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[WP] Fun in the locker room... | I get off the treadmill. 6 miles, not what I was going for, but I'm completely out of breath. I look to my left and the guy next to me is still going, I peek over and see he's on his 15th mile, jesus. I can't help but stare at him a bit, his legs look so big and fit, he's tanned and bronzed like a damn god. Trying to avoid suspicion I take a sip of water and then start towards the locker room, trying to hide the fact that I can hardly breath. I give him a wave off as I enter the room, I forgot to mention his name is Andrew, he sometimes acts as my personal trainer when I need spotting. He hardly seems to notice me. I get into the locker room and see my friend Kurt, he's standing in the shower with his cock out. It looks half hard, long and glistening from the wetness of the shower. I take my tank top and shorts off, looking in the mirror. I'm not as fit as the other guys, even Kurt is way more built than I am. Still though, I flex a little and look at my arms, then head toward the shower. I'm soaked in sweat, beads of it dripping down my chest.
I get into the shower, but after standing there for a minute I realize how tense I am. My back hurts and my muscles feel strained, I get out and sit on the bench. Kurt looks at me, "Hey man, you alright?"
"Yeah, it's nothing too big, it's just I might have pulled something when I was doing the benchpress"
"You want some Advil or anything?" He asks, I'm trying to keep my eyes towards his face and not his still glistening dick.
"Nah, I think I just need a massage or something." I turn around and sit there, trying to decide who I should ask. There are the girls at the main desk who do massages, but I've head they're not very good. Andrew walks into the room and starts to undress, I don't want Kurt to see me, but as I sit there I keep catching glances of his muscular legs that lead up to his nice fit ass.
"You alright? You look like you're in a bit of pain." Andrew asks me, seeing that I'm kneading my lower back (and secretly looking at his limp, but strangely long, cock.)
"Oh, uhm, yeah I'm alright, I just need a massage. I pulled my back on the benchpress I think..." I maintain eye contact, which is a challenge.
"Oh a massage? I can help you out there, do you want to do it here or in the massage room?" Andrew asks me, rather enthusiastically.
"You'll give me one? Oh, hey thanks, erm, here works I guess."
"Great." Andrew pulls some oil out of his locker and rubs it on his hands, I lay down on my stomach, I hope he doesn't ask me to turn over at any point, just the thought of him massaging me gets me horny.
Sorry, I'm out of time for now, but if you want I will continue this later, blueballing you ;) | 3 | 0 | 4 |
[WP] A father and the au pair have a secret affair. | Dinner is torture; the glances, the teasing. Just knowing what's underneath that skirt, or what's not underneath it, is driving him wild.
"More tea, Mr. Garcia?" asks the beautiful young woman. Her bright blonde hair and piercing blue eyes are enough to make any man stop in their tracks and she knows it.
"Please, Jenni," his tongue slithers out like a snake; tasting the air for his prey. He is gambling his 15 year long marriage with this girl. A girl who's supposed to take care of the children, not the father.
She reaches over and slowly fills his glass, letting her blouse fall slightly to reveal to him that she isn't wearing a bra. His hand travels up her leg and cups her bare ass, teasing her slowly moistening snatch.
"Mrs. Garcia," says Jenni to get his wife to look up, but to no avail.
"No, thank you, Jenni," she simply replies as she seamlessly continues to tap away at her phone. She's become oblivious to anything that's been going on in her own house, much less at the dinner table.
"Oh, Jenni," says Mrs, Garcia. "Would you mind packing a bag for the children for tomorrow? We're going to spend the day with my mother."
"Of course, Mrs. Garcia," replies Jenni pushing Mr. Garcia's hand out from underneath her skirt. She shakes her head with a twisted smile.
After dinner, Mrs. Garcia takes the children upstairs to get their baths ready. Jenni starts the dishes while Mr. Garcia stays to keep her company, leaning against the counter, watching her.
He sips on his after dinner screwdriver, "How were your classes today, Jenni?"
"So boring," she replies as she rinses off the dishes. She opens the dishwasher and takes great care in slowly bending over, letting her skirt slide up her legs. "I think the professor was in a bad mood today. He didn't bother peeking up my skirt like he usually does."
"Well, it's his loss." He's already behind her and slowly slides his hand up the back of her thigh. His large hand gently cups her ass, caressing her smooth porcelain skin.
She sways to the side and opens her legs for him. His index finger slowly slides in, making her pause for a moment. He works his finger in and out of her wet hole quietly, making sure his wife doesn't walk in on them.
Jenni's set the dishes down so she won't drop them. Mr, Garcia works in another finger and starts to work faster. She pushes against his hand, wanting something else inside of her.
"Oh, God..." she whispers.
Mr. Garcia pulls his fingers out with a thick coating of Jenni's wetness on them. He licks his fingers clean before unzipping his pants.
Jenni manages to brace herself against the counter before Mr. Garcia pushes his hard member in her. She gasps as he stretches her tightness to allow his girth inside of her. Why Mrs. Garcia wouldn't love his fat cock in her all the time; she'll never understand.
His hands caress up her hips and crawl against her back, hitching her little dress up higher. He slowly slides in and out of her. "Tell me you want this, Jenni. Tell me that you need me in you."
"Oh, Mr. Garcia," she moans. "I want this; I want you. Please give me your hard cock, sir. Please..."
He doesn't hesitate in grabbing her hips and begins to pound her against the counter. Jenni has to bite down on her hand to keep from screaming out. This only motivates him more.
He grabs a handful of her hair and lifts her up, off the counter. Her eyes roll up and her knees wobble in a fit of ecstasy. With his free hand, he finds his way up her blouse and pinches her small nipples.
Jenni's legs give and she collapses back on the counter. Her back end held up only by Mr. Garcia's swollen cock pumping in and out of her.
Mr. Garcia's hands run over her young body, enjoying every second of it. He begins to grunt and thrust faster.
"Yes. Give it to me, sir," moans Jenni. "Dump it all inside of me."
He clutches her hips and slams into her, releasing his seed deep in her. Jenni pushes back against him and moans out, experiencing her own explosive orgasm.
The ringing in their ears finally stops and Mr. Garcia finally pulls his limping cock out of her. She shudders at the sensation as the cum drips freely from her used hole.
He helps her stand straight and kisses her on the neck. "Good girl. Now go clean yourself up." He walks away, with a smile on his face, back to his wife who is still none the wiser.
Jenni smiles back and watches him go up the stairs. She rubs her small stomach, looking down at it, hoping he'll stay in a good mood to hear her exciting news she found out this morning. | 3 | 0 | 3 |
[WP]Intentionally getting searched by the TSA. | "I'd rather get a pat down instead of going through the scan, please." Kayla was terrified of radiation ever since her friend Jackie got her cancer diagnosis. Thirty and already combatting Melanoma.
Denise sighed. It's not like the line was getting shorter. It was the midmorning rush, before all the noon flights, and there were already screaming toddlers, and impatient businessmen taking off their shoes.
"Alright. Step to the side M'am."
It was rough, forceful. Each pat down her legs, over her arms sent shocks through Kayla's skin. Then the touches became softer, smoother. Running over her arms with a light pressure, across the side of her torso, over her armpits (she was very sensitive there), and down the legs. There was that briefest touch over her groin, a delicate, cupping motion that almost made her blush, but looked like business as usual for Denise.
"Thanks." Kayla adjusted her hair, and she adjusted her sweater to cover the visible effect of her perked nipples. "Guess I saved you the eyeful of seeing me naked on the scanners." She joked.
Denise didn't seem to listen, or play along. She handed back her passport. "Have a nice day."
Kayla blushed and walked to the end of the scanner. She didn't want to admit it, but she wanted to see Denise again. Next time she had to fly out, she'd need to take more drastic measures
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Flash Fiction Friday: You aren't from around here, are you? [327 words, sci-fi] | Hello,
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[WP] Chocolate - I prefer it dark | I am excited to see what someone unfolds with this. I may have something cooking, but since i hate chocolate it could be unrealistic and odd | 2 | 0 | 5 |
[WP] A petite young woman begins to fall in love with her vicious captor. | "Another day, another damsel," groaned Vincet as he picked his head up off of the table and straightened up his clothes. Dave chimmed in, after seeing Vince up finally, with his usual, "there's no rest for the wicked." Vincet catching his mask briefly after the sentence, same thing every time.
Putting on their mask, they opened up a hidden door in the drywall of their safehouse, 5 feet to the right of the fridge and one large step down to start. These men were professionals, albiet weary ones. In this passage they stowed their armorments and spare equipment, the loot went to the hoard.
At the end of the passage was a large metal door, although none of their captives ever asked, it was from Dave's old family eatery, so a pleasant site every time it was secured shut for Dave.
Inside was someone different, a girl smaller than they are used to, she is even more meek than they know what to do with. Her name was Merideth, or what they heard her coworker's yell from the heist, "Mary."
Mary was scared, within reason, but could not ignore that Vincet was softer than the rest. Even though he bound her, he always left just a bit more room and kept her cheeks from getting raw. It has been almost a week with these strange men, and even though she knows so little about them, that one in particular finds his ways in her dreams. Her needs have not been met since being abducted from work, she gets food, they forcibly take her to the bathroom and make her squat like a dog while commanding her bodily functions, she does receive "showers", but one thing has slowly been creeping in her mind and her loins. She wants a cock, her body aches to be filled up, just absolutely crammed full, given her predicament though, her hands have to quietly suffice.
Here they come, the door always clangs as the latches are undone.... | 3 | 0 | 2 |
[Meta] New Prompt Categories! | Hey, this is awesome! I like the idea of posting stories for feedback. Great ideas!
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[WP]The Sex Tour. Live performances of beautiful sex on stage with the atmosphere and setting identical to a rock concert. | The lights dim and the crowd hushes with the sound of the hydraulic lift through the hole on the stage. A spotlight flashes to the gaping chasm and slowly, the golden, muscularly-toned skin of a man bent over comes into view on the rising platform. His form is truly ideal: a well-defined back that anatomy professors could use to teach class. A few high-pitched whistles and yells of anticipation greet him, but he is preoccupied.
His face is obscured by two ivory thighs, which are gradually revealed to be attached to a woman in the throes of heat. The sheen between her voluptuous breasts tells of an act long in progress - one of which the crowd is excited to witness the culmination. Her chest rises and falls raggedly. She seems hardly aware of the screams and shouts of 100+ individuals seated in the shadows. The only hint that she hears their encouragement is a blissful smile on her unseeing face, which quickly contorts to a smirk with a lip bite as her hands run over the man's slick scalp. Her hips gyrate against his mouth and her head stretches with graceful sensuality to the side, opening her bright, green eyes to the audience that chose that side of the theatre tonight. The wet slap and swirl of his tongue becomes audible momentarily and she utters a high whimper; resulting cheers of excitement only move her further. Her lower back falling into motion with hips and legs and drawing further sounds from her throat, which can ocassionally be heard past the first row of arousal.
A muscled arm makes a show of holding up two fingers before gingerly inserting them and slipping in and out of her cunt. With this last, additional stimulus, the succubus wails her plaintive cry to the gods and writhes on the platform. Her head turns this way and that, dark chestnut locks sweeping the floor in her wake.
The Latin prince hungrily dives at her snatch again and again. A broad, bronze-hued hand grips the pale, firm thigh as her knees tremble and encompass his head; her screams heard above the riotous cheers in the crowd. The stiffening of her body tells of the peak of the leading lady's pleasure, while her mate continues to vigorously pulse in and out of her - making sure her pussy is thoroughly spent before he withdraws his two-finger-fucking-machine. He can *really* piston hard for a while!
A large round of foot stamping and cheering accompanies their obvious relaxation. Her feminine form reclines fully - arms splayed above her head with fingers twinkling little hellos to the crowd; a gorgeous smile to match her emerald eyes as she greets her audience. It is quite moving to see all those people with their hands in their pants. Some have opened the buttons or flies entirely and are stroking their smooth skin down below with obvious pleasure. Others are just rubbing through the fabric. One woman in the front row wore tightly-fitted khakis, and is nursing a sizable dark spot.
The masculine muscles ripple. The dark-haired hero does not wait idly. His hand finds his thick member wanting to taste the slick folds of the heroine in front of him. As he straightens up to a kneeling position, gasps of awe arise from the anonymous watchers. His face, doused in cum, smiles lasciviously down upon the waiting curves before him while he strokes himself, already thoroughly prepared for copulation, but letting the sounds of the crowd’s *schlick schlick schlick* build the anticipation for him and his partner.
When the masturbatory sounds set a rhythmic pace, she reaches for him, to pull him onto her, to invite him between her waiting thighs, but instead of following her lead, he takes her hand and pulls her up to sitting before lifting and tossing her over on to her knees with the greatest of ease. Loud jeers from the guys and audible sighs from the ladies give the male more ammunition. The woman-in-the-front-row’s wet spot grows 200% just witnessing that act of aggression.
The female's knees splash in the puddle she previously created. On her hands, she stands ready for that first taste of it - the first feeling of being spread by a warm, bulbous head and shaft as it splits her in two. She glances up towards the audience, looking for a pair of eyes to dare a connection while she's being fucked. She finds them willingly. Their owner renews an excited pace in their crotch and she smiles wickedly, even risking a lip bite as she feels her partner's glancing touch between her thighs once more.
His knob washes back and forth between her dewy lips, wetting himself before slipping within her confines. The slow push serves to show both how tight a fit they are as well as let her face show the pleasure of him slowly stretching her. Her eyes flash open wider and her grin shows the exquisite ache he creates within her womb as he pulls her onto him. Mysteriously, the pace of wet sounds in the audience slows to match the hero as he begins to push and pull in and out of his prize.
A sheen can be witnessed on those glorious muscles as the activity continues. Ass cheeks flex and tense, drawing phallus in and out of her hole. Each thrust is met with a slap from the stage as well as the echoes of more than a 100 in the audience. A few couples have even joined together to further the experience for each other: the men pretending they’re fucking the voluptuous female on stage, the women pretending they’re being rammed by the excellent male specimen.
Before long, the heat has risen throughout the small arena. The couple on stage has shifted to all-out fucking. The hard slap of his thighs against her ass, the swing of her breasts heaving forwards and back, the grunts and moans occurring throughout the space. The tempo speeds up with an urgent need as the male feels the female’s muscles begin to tighten around him. She is ready to receive his seed and milk him, and he is thoroughly prepared to shoot it deep within her while receiving her liquid offering in return. *Pound POUND* POUND **Pound** **POUND!** His last thrust hits just the right spot and he growls loudly to the gods, his head tipped back, while his hot goo spews forth into her. Her own voice rises as well, feeling that expansion of his head and the vaginal stimulation. She urges everyone on, “Yes! Yes! YeS! YES! YESSS!” and manages a second wail of passion to synchronize her own climax with the end of her partner’s. A mix of fluids emerges from the small slit. Trickling out as the spotlights dim to darkness.
The lusty heat results in combination smells of sex and pussy and sweat all at once. Voice after voice giving rise to individuals’ own resolutions. The effect is a paradox of raunchy and ethereal all rolled into the lofty reverberations throughout the room. The two leaders settle into a relaxed embrace as their podium descends - once again - into the darkness below the stage. Echoes of the inspired orgasms find their way to the couple’s eager ears and soon enough, she is on her knees once again - only this time with his manhood in her mouth. | 5 | 0 | 9 |
[WP] Pre-Columbian sex in the Americas. | I'm most interested to see which part of the Americas people's imagination put them. Anthropological erotic lit! I expect down votes. | 1 | 0 | 5 |
[wp] Submissive Stepford Wife turns into a Sexy Domme in the Bedroom | I feel that it's a little bit fragmented and incomplete. With more time and editing I could flesh it out a bit, but here's what I have.
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She awoke before the sun, as she did most mornings. Hair already wrapped in hot-rollers, she pulled an apron over her yellow polka-dot dress. As she cinched the bow around her waist, she intentionally pulled it just a bit too tight in an attempt to accentuate her tiny waist. As the sun peaked over the mountains in the distance, she began to brew his morning coffee as she had every morning for the last 9 years.
By the time he awoke, her hair was out of the rollers and her blonde curls were tucked neatly behind a white headband. His breakfast was nearly finished and he sat down to a freshly poured coffee, newspaper in hand. As she placed his breakfast in front of him she felt a hand graze her naked thigh, just above the hem of her dress. A shy smile raced across her full lips, and her cheeks flushed at the playful gesture. He grinned devilishly and turned his attention to his breakfast.
"Wonderful as always, darling," he complimented. "You'll be running to the store, today, *won't you*? I'd like fresh eggs tomorrow morning."
"Yes, dear," she replied. She hadn't intended to go to the market today, but his tone suggested that it wasn't quite a request. She felt a pang of disappointment, wishing she already had the eggs for him this morning. Her cheeks reddened again, and she turned to the dishes in the sink to hide her embarrassment.
When he finished with his meal, he stood from the table and approached her from behind. Pressing himself against her, she felt his rigid cock against her ass. With a shy giggle, she instinctively rolled her hips and arched her back, pushing herself into him. His rough hands began to explore her body, with one on her waist and the other finding it's way back under the hem of her skirt. He pulled her body close to him and pressed his lips against her neck, kissing her gently.
"Have a good day, honey," he said flatly, as he released his grip on her and headed to the door. A disappointed moan escaped her lips, and he turned to reveal the same devilish grin before closing the front door.
Breathing heavily, she stood frozen for a moment in a stunned silence. She felt the wetness of her undergarments, and swore under her breath at him. She made her way to the washroom, splashed some cold water on her face, and fixed her hair and make-up. When she had regained her composure, she headed out to door to the market.
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[WP] A lesbian couple find a new way to get off together, on the rumble of their new motorcycle. | The thrum and roar was everywhere and everything. It was partially the wind, whipping the hair that stuck out from underneath her helmet at the back and sides, ripping at her exposed throat whenever she lifted her chin. It was partially the thunder from the storm brewing in the west, ominous anvil-shaped clouds blossoming behind them as they flew down the country highway, trying to stay ahead of the storm. But mostly, it was the engine; the 865cc parallel-twin on their Triumph seeming to ripple, animalistic, beneath the sapphire-and-chrome chassis.
Josie, the more athletic of the couple, a former softball standout at an SEC college, clenched more tightly to Liz's back. She couldn't hear their leathers squeak against one another over the roar, but she could imagine the sound, a sound of friction and tension, and the smell of the leather filled her when she buried her face in Liz's shoulder.
Josie had often grown horny in the second seat, filling the crotch of her jeans with a puddle as she ground her pubis into the slightly raised platform of the rear saddle of their America LT. It didn't have the sexy contour of Liz's front seat, but it was firm, supple, and vibrated exquisitely. When the physical sensation became pleasurable, she'd often let her mind wander as minds are wont to do on the back of a bike; to past dalliances, both with Liz and without her: the time she'd first kissed her college roommate and fingered her until she squirted, smoking good weed and getting fisted in a tent at Lollapalooza by a beautiful, voluptuous black girl she'd just met, getting eaten out on the lip of the hot tub at the lodge in Aspen where she and Liz had honeymooned. But despite these decadent daydreams, she'd never came, only worked up an appetite to be sated wherever they stopped for the evening on their frequent long, cross-country jaunts.
But this time was different; Josie had been at a conference for work the past week, where she'd had nothing to satisfy her libido--as ravenous as ever at the age of thirty-seven--but her own fingers and the little bullet she always brought along when traveling. The conference had been full of other attractive women in her field from all over the country, and she'd whiled away boring sessions stretching the proverbial wings of her vivid imagination.
So it was that she was exceptionally horny now, gripping tight to Liz's skinnier, lankier form with her strong arms and muscular thighs, and grinding her sopping pussy into the seat. All had been as usual until the storm had brewed behind them, threatening to overtake them, prompting Liz to drive a bit faster than their usual leisurely pace, hitting a speed that caused the bike to ride just a bit rougher, a speed that seemed to find a perfect sync with Josie's hungry sex. Her mind a torrent of sexual imagery, she found herself grabbing Liz's still-pert breasts--Liz was lithe at 41-- roughly through the layers.
Liz just laughed. "Stop it, you're going to wreck us." She'd never been as susceptible to the purr of the bike as Josie.
Josie moaned. "I can't help it. I'm drenched. I fucking need you," she hollered over the wind. She kept grinding her pussy into the insistent hum of the Triumph, and suddenly remembered another hum, a hum long forgotten, a girl she'd met at a club just before she'd started with Liz, a girl who'd danced with her all night, taken her back to her place, and hummed as she'd eaten her pussy, creating a delicious, wet resonance that had Josie's toes curling in ecstasy. The memory came back powerfully, overwhelmingly, and suddenly Josie was on the brink.
"I'm coming!" she shouted into Liz's ear as she gyrated wildly and wetly into the seat.
As she started to come down from the sensation, she realized the bike was slowing.
"What are you doing?" Josie asked as Liz pulled over onto the soft, grassy shoulder.
"I've got to taste you," Liz growled, a fair imitation of the motorcycle's twin cylinders before the engine died.
There hadn't been much traffic, but Josie was flabbergasted. "Right here? Right now?"
"Yes!" Liz said, and Josie could hear in her voice that Liz was just as hot as she was. "Get off and bend over the bike you horny bitch."
Josie was still turned-on enough to have the itch override her fear of being seen, and swung her leg over the seat, pushing her chest down into the leather and sticking her ass out for Liz. Liz wasted no time in climbing off as well, and roughly yanking Josie's pants down.
Liz knelt down in the grass, her legs protesting the sudden exercise after growing stuff on the bike. Her nostrils were immediately filled with the scent of Josie's soaking cunt, sweat and girlcum. Instead of attacking her swollen, flushed pussy, Liz buried her tongue in Josie's tight little asshole, catching the thicker girl by surprised. Liz felt Josie's ass clench against the invading tongue, and then slowly relax.
Josie was in heaven already, but then she felt Liz's fingers slip between her wet folds and find her clit. With only a few expert rubs, Josie came again, crying out. "Oh, Liz, yes, yes, I missed you so much."
But Liz didn't stop, continuing to lap between Josie's plump cheeks and furiously stroke her throbbing clit until she came again, and then again, her juices running down her thighs in salty rivulets. | 3 | 0 | 4 |
[CC] A day a the amusement park - Live writing | Will you open up the document to the public? Also, when people read it, are they signed into their google accounts to do so? I don't know if people will be comfortable with doing that. | 1 | 0 | 4 |
[WP] A fictional Latin American dictator retires to his room with a mysterious woman... | “Do you have anything to say for yourself?”
“P-Please… have some mercy,” the frail, old man fell to his knees, tears welling up in his eyes.
“You are deemed guilty of crimes committed against the state. You helped your family escape from *Syleira* and for this you are sentenced to death-“
“NO! Please don’t,” the old man begged.
“You are to be executed publicly on the first of next month. Guards! Take him away.”
“No. Please. Have some mercy,” he struggled as the guards tried to restrain him. He turned to the bearded man at the end of the room. “*O Capitão*, have some mercy, please.”
*O Capitão*, that was the name given to Luciano Barros, ruler of Syleira. The man was of average height. He was well built, except for the recently developed beer belly. He had a full beard and hairy forearms which were on full display with his rolled up sleeves. He was clothed in an olive green jacket and matching pants. His brown boots were new and fresh just like the cigar in his mouth.
He took a few moments to think, puffing away at the cigar. The old man at the center of the room stopped struggling and the guards waited for their orders. Luciano put out the cigar and got off his chair.
“You have broken the rules. My rules. You have disrespected me,” his voice boomed through the hall. “For that you must be punished. Now, I would be willing to lighten up your sentence, if you could… showcase your loyalty to me.”
“Yes, please. I’ll do anything you want,” the old man bowed his head.
“Good. That is good. Now, come over here and lick my boots.”
Without any hesitation, the old man rushed to Luciano. He took Luciano’s foot in his hands and started licking. The entire hall erupted in laughter. The old was crying openly now, but he continued licking. Luciano, however, kept a straight face.
After the old man had spent a few minutes licking both his feet, Luciano motioned for him to back away. The guards immediately grabbed the old man and Luciano turned around towards the back door of the room.
“O Capitão, I have done as you asked. Please, you said you would reduce my punishment,” the old man pleaded.
“And I always keep my word. You shall now be executed tomorrow.” And with that Luciano walked out of the room.
The old man’s face went pale and he was dragged out through the front gates. He didn’t offer much resistance, either. Gabriel declared the end of the session and people poured out of the room. The Generals and the higher ranking officials went into the other rooms of the castle and everyone else walked back outside. At last when the hall was empty, Gabriel gathered up all the files and the lists, and he went in pursuit of Luciano.
Gabriel Melo was Luciano Barros’s right hand man. He was younger, shorter and much less muscular than Luciano, but he knew how to read and write. He conducted the daily morning sessions for Luciano and had been doing so for the past seven years. These sessions consisted of discussion about matters of the state and then a little time at the end for people to voice their grievances and complaints. Lately, though that time was just used up to hand out punishments to those who had broken the law. Gabriel had quickly learned that, if deemed guilty, the only punishment was execution.
He caught up to Luciano, who was standing over a balcony staring out into the sea.
“Is there anything else that requires my attention, boy?” Luciano had heard Gabriel approaching.
“No, sir. The Generals wanted to thank you for providing extra men for the patrol and the fishermen say that they will be able to provide enough catch for the upcoming feast,” Gabriel dutifully replied.
“Good. That is very good. Why don’t you take the day off Gabriel? You’ve earned it,” Luciano spoke without turning to look at him.
“*Obrigado*. I’ll leave these files in your study.”
With that Gabriel walked out. Normally, he would be grateful for being let go so early but he had come to realize what these early dismissals meant. Luciano would be meeting *her* again. He had only caught a few glimpses of her. He had heard stories from the house staff as well. She had lily-white skin. Her lips were full and her brown eyes sparkled. She had jet black hair that flowed open down to her waist.
They had been meeting more frequently as of late but Luciano had chosen not to tell Gabriel about the woman. Gabriel wasn’t sure how he felt about Luciano sneaking around but he didn’t dare bring it up. Gabriel figured he would look into the woman later but right now things had been pretty hectic with the preparations for the feast. The woman would have to wait until later.
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Part 2 to come very soon. | 3 | 0 | 3 |
[IP] who wants it? | [Someone does]( http://076dd0a50e0c1255009e-bd4b8aabaca29897bc751dfaf75b290c.r40.cf1.rackcdn.com/images/files/000/963/342/original/original.jpg)
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[WP] A psychotic man follows his victim who is oblivious to what's going around her. | Finally! I get go to the mall. Has been way too long of a day at work, but the upside is that the mall is only 5 blocks away.
Out the door, behind the Snowden, and then the back alleys all the way to D street, and then right to the mall. Snow is gone, my heels are on, not even going to change from work.
It is so hot out, ....
I chose the wrong perspective | 1 | 0 | 2 |
[WP] A psychotic man follows his victim who is oblivious to what's going around her. | Sitting on a bench on the side of the street I see a lot of people. She was too gorgeous though, maybe not to other people, but to me she's the quintessential woman. Her ass sways as she walks, short skirt, long legs, I can't let this opportunity pass. I have to see her outside of the public eye, just me and her. After she passes I stand up and follow, making sure there's at least two people between us, I don't want her to notice me yet.
She walks into a store, some clothing store. I wait outside, I don't mind waiting, I can wait. I've been doing so for hours, waiting for just the right girl to walk by. I'm lucky, she's only in there for a few minutes before walking out, a small bag in hand. She keeps walking down the street, it's sunny out and her long blonde hair blows in the slight breeze. I watch her ass as I keep pace a good distance behind. Her tight white short shorts hug her tight, but well rounded, butt. She looks like a tourist to me, something about her excitement about this town, like she's never been to California before. My mind wanders as I follow her, thinking of how it will feel when I've got her pussy wrapped around the throbbing hard on in my pants.
Finally I see I've got an opportunity, but can't tell if I should take it. I love watching her, the way she looks around at the stores, everything so new to her. There's a clearing between the buildings that I know leads to a back alley a couple hundred feet away. She surprises me. She takes an iPad from her purse and sits on a bench, just a few yards from the alley. I'll have to wait and watch, I can't just pick her up, as much as I would like to. I get a better view this way though, I lean against a wall with a view. Far enough away, but just close enough to see. Her tank top hugs her tight body similarly to her shorts. Her boobs aren't that big, but I like them. I don't think she's wearing a bra, but she doesn't need one, her boobs are perky. Her nipples slightly show through the tank top when she puts her hair back. Perfect for me, it will give me something to grab onto. She's sexy as she uses her iPad as a mirror, pursing her lips to put on some makeup. My cock is hard and I know I won't be able to wait much longer, usually I'm patient, but not for her.
Finally she stands up, I'm alert, but I stay looking casual. She walks close along the wall, she gets close to the alley and I speed up. I time it perfectly, she passes the alley, and I come up behind her. I trip up her foot, I've completely caught her off guard, and I grab her mouth and pull her into the alley behind an electrical box. She's warm all pressed against me, I hold her, pulling her waist into me. Her ass rubs right against the hard dick bulging through my pants. I've got her, and she had no idea. | 3 | 0 | 2 |
[WP] Prisoner is interrogated, using only tease and denial as torture | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 9 |
[WP]. Best gangbang scenario/ story | I don't know if I'd call this the *best*
**The Brotherhood**
At Alpha Zeta Pi, there was a great deal of trust and respect. Each year, bonds were formed and men became brothers and lifelong friends. The house was noted for its scholarly as well as athletic achievements. But most importantly, out of all the chapters in the university, it had a phenomenal public service record.
That said, they boys did know how to play as hard as they worked. They knew how to arrange "peer activities" that might have been a bit off the books for most chapters.
They had a merit system, and when a member in the house did something worth acknowledging, they got out the spinner from the closet. Each segment on the spinner had various words on it. "Cakewalk," "Barbecue," "Hot Dogs," "Pizza," "Sushi," "Taco Night" and "Bake Sale".
As much fun as food themed parties were, these were not the use of the board. Each item was a code word for various sexual activities that could be arranged. The Juniors and Seniors would never say what the sections stood for, only saying that the younger members would find out soon enough.
Today was Landon's turn. He'd scored the decisive three-point shot for the game, and now the team was onto the semi-finals.
"Ok dude, you know what to do, spin and tell us how we're going to celebrate!"
There hadn't been a spinning party in three years, very few of the house members had even attended one. Everyone was in the sitting room, all huddled around, waiting.
It was a rather anti-climactic spin, rotating once and settling on "hot dogs."
One of the seniors groaned. "So, do you like gang bangs?"
Landon's eyes widened. He'd barely done anything with a girl. Well, he'd fooled around with his girlfriend in high school, but he never went all the way with her, and he never had done anything this crazy before!
"Can I respin?" He pleaded.
"No. Those are the rules. We'll arrange for girls." One of the seniors addressed everyone. "All house members are invited, and you're allowed as much time as you want with her, but we need to set some ground rules. If she says she's feeling pain, we stop. If she wants to stop, we stop. We don't want to stir up any shit, and there are enough girls for this to not be a problem. Everything will be ready by tomorrow. Just show up, and please wrap it up. Clothes are optional, but if you're going to go naked, take off your socks too. Leaving them on just looks weird." | 2 | 0 | 6 |
[WP]. Best gangbang scenario/ story | I wrote [this](https://docs.google.com/document/d/1gY07Pc-WRkboKwVAmJOIDQAqiTr2WvRxULyLBNa5YV8/mobilebasic) a while ago. It's a fantasy piece involving a paladin and six golems. Not sure that's what you're looking for, but I hope you enjoy it! | 2 | 0 | 6 |
[Contest] [WP] He couldn't believe it, he was being cock-blocked by a fluffer. | Contest entry confirmed! | 1 | 0 | 2 |
[WP] A woodcutter finds a naughty princess who is lost while looking for some fun. | Beads of sweat rolled down the back of the man’s neck as he cocked his axe back and delivered the final blow to the trunk of the tree he had been working on. The ax smashed into the side of the tree with a satisfying crunch that signaled he no longer needed to use his axe. The base of the tree started to moan and crack as its’ weight broke through the last remaining support holding it up. The man took a couple of steps back carefully watching for any chunks of wood being flung in his direction.
“Thank you for your service king of the forest” The man said softly. No matter how many trees he cut down the man always felt a pain of sadness and guilt for taking the life of something so innocent. As a poverty stricken woodcutter he had no choice it was either their lives’ or his.
“Damn the king and his whole family, damn them to hell they forced upon me and mine” Anger and frustration started to rising up in the woodcutter and he continued sputtering his distaste for the king as the tree fall from the sky.
“Do you not like the royal family?” A feminine voice said from behind him. The woodcutter jumped not use to seeing other woodcutters this deep out in the woods let alone a lonely female. “For a big guy you sure are jumpy.” The female said as she walked out from behind a tree and towards him.
“Sorry miss, this area of the woods aren’t normally frequented by people walking by themselves.” It took only one look and he was immediately smitten with her. He could stare into those eyes for all of eternity while holding her close and lightly kissing her every so often. He examined the rest of her taking note of her body’s curvier build with hips that could birth children with ease. He knew that she wasn’t from around here as no one had enough food to be that healthy.
“So big man do you know where we are? I might be lost.” It was not hard to see that the woodcutter was interested so the women bounced a little on the stump to let her breasts shake and give him something better to look at.
“You’re in the deep woods on the outskirts of the kingdom, any farther west and you’ll be in the free territories are you not from around here? My name is Boros by the way”. The woodcutter reached his arm out for the women to shake.
“Nice to meet you Boros I’m Thiria” She took hold of his hand expecting a firm grip and instead encountered something so gentle and kind she was instantly turned on. She eyed the big woodcutter with his chiseled chest and arms and a back built from thick chords of muscle that only years of chopping down trees can produce. There was no doubt in her mind she wanted to fuck him.
“Excuse me mam, did you say Thiria? Like the King’s daughter?” Anger once again started to rise up within the woodcutter which Thiria had no problem noticing.
“The very same, Did my family do something terrible to you too?” She stood up and adjusted her dress making sure to show as much cleavage as she could. “Would you like to get even with them?” The smile and excitement in her eyes and voice startled Borros.
“I..I don’t understand, why do you want to help me? How can I get even?” He took notice of her exposed cleavage and felt his cock getting stiffer his pants. As she moved closer to him he got even harder slowly forgetting about the confusion and focusing on how he wanted to hold her close as they made love.
“My family is some of the most vial creatures in existence, if you want revenge all you need to do fuck me. I’m his little princess, his sweet innocent little girl. Fuck me all over this forest until you have no more cum to pump into me and the you will have your revenge.” Borros could not believe what he was hearing, never in his had he thought he would be able to get revenge or make love to such a beautiful princess.
“Yes M’lady we will make love all over the forest floor the way the creatures do.” Thiria giggled inside at this thought and started soaking through her panties at what was really going to happen.
“Kiss me.” The princess demanded and she grabbed Borros and pulled him close making sure his hard cock was rubbing up against her.
Borros attempted to deliver the most passionate kiss he could when he felt her force his tongue deep within his mouth. She controlled all the activity and Borros let her take the lead knowing that she was more properly versed in these things.
At first the experience was unsettling but then he began to like how the rough movements of their tongues made him feel as well as her hands aggressively groping away at any part of his body they could touch.
“Get naked.” Thiria said after pulling away from the kiss, not being able to wait any longer and knowing that this man would do anything she told him. She too started undressing wanting to show off the soft curves that made her body so desirable to men.
“Yes mam”. Borros replied as urges he had never felt before started to rise up in him. The princess undressed as sensually as she could trying to tease and seduce the woodcutter. She walked back to him and immediately grabbed his cock giving it nice even strokes that made the big man shiver in ecstasy.
The way his thick hard cock felt in her hand made her excited for him to slip it in and out of her pussy knowing the size alone would force her pussy to stretch wider than it had before.
“Is there rope in that bag of yours?”
“Yes” Borros responded still taking in the feel of her hands on his cock. He watched her ass and thighs jiggle slightly with every step she took and then watched as her breasts bounced so freely on her way back. Thiria grabbed Borros by his cock and lead him over to a nearby tree. She tied one end of the rope to her left wrist before turning to Borros.
“Wrap this around the tree and tie it to my other wrist, do not question me just know this is how you will get your revenge”. Borros while confused didn’t try to argue and did as he was told tying the other end firmly to her right wrist.
“Now slap my ass, slap it so hard it turns red.” Borros was initially concerned, since he had never intentionally hurt anyone in his life.
“This is your chance to get revenge on my family, Borros, think about the poverty and shit village you were forced to live in because of me. Think about the years of labor and strife and how you will probably die on the outskirts of a kingdom that doesn’t care about you”
Without hesitation Borros let loose with a slap that was more than the princess anticipated which resulted in an immediate bright red spot on her ass in the shape of his hand.
“Again Borros! Keep slapping me until you get the revenge you want!” The princess’s voice was filled with more ecstasy than pain so Borros continued. The moans came from the princess every time his hand made contact with her ass and gave him such a rush from the revenge and lust he started to want more than just to slap her.
“Now’s your chance for the big revenge you wanted Borros, wrap your hands around my throat and choke me while you fuck me from behind. Don’t stop until you’ve filled my pussy completely full of your warm seed.”
Giving into animalistic urges for the first time in his life Borros, reached out and wrapped his hands around the princesses throat with such force that Thiria almost came from it. He slammed his cock into pussy and began to mercilessly pound away allowing all the years of pent up angry emotions to guide his actions.
“OHHH FUUUCCCKKK IIMMM CUMMIINNGGG” The princess moaned as loud as she could through the hands wrapped around her throat. She came again and again and again as Borros worked through years of emotional turmoil.
Then he felt it creep up from nowhere, all of sudden there was no anger just pleasure which grew quickly. The pleasure overtook every fiber of his being forcing him to slam his body into hers and pin her up against the tree while he buried his cock deeper in her than he had before and let it his cum come exploding out.
There was no speaking as the princess and Borros panted from exhaustion. After they caught their breath Borros start to untie one of the knots binding the princess’s wrist.
“What are you doing?” The princess asked.
“I have taken my revenge we are finished.”
“Take it again!” The princess demanded in such a tone that made Borros helpless to resist.
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[MP]A tentacle monster in a convenient to use, convenient to store can. | Hello,
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[WP] Man designed by Man. It was the best thing we ever invented. Or the worst. Either way, its why I am alive. This is my story. [Very Long Prompt] [Very Fucked Up] | I feel myself become weightless, then suddenly, I'm tangible again. I step out of the teleporter, it's not what I expected. I'm standing on an expensive oriental rug, of which there are many covering the floor of this giant hall. A crystal chandelier hangs over my head. The room is empty, I'm confused.
The room is cold and my nipples stand up, perky. I'm embarrassed to be completely naked, especially in a room as nice as this, it feels strange. After a few seconds a door on the opposite end of the room opens. A slender woman in a flowing white dress walks out, she's intoxicating even to me. "Oh, you're here. Finally. I'm Marie, I'll give you you're name later. We have to get you ready before we start, follow me, I don't want anyone else seeing you yet." I stutter and trip forward, incredibly confused. I wish they told me what I was going to do before I teleported.
I follow Marie, not daring question her, I'm too afraid of ending up like some others in the past. We walk through corridor after corridor, the whole place filled with expensive paintings and carpets. This place is very different to the compound.
Finally we make stop in a smaller room, it looks like a dressing room. Marie turns towards me. "Okay, so let me explain since I'm sure you're confused. I used to be a slave, now I'm not, well not exactly, I'm less of a slave than I used to be, but still kind of a slave. You've been ordered by the owner of this mansion, his name is Davis, he orders a new slave every month. He has an obsession with his own fantasies, usually he orders a slave, uses her mercilessly for a night and then gets rid of her. I was lucky, and I'm hoping you will be too, so I'm going to teach you the best way to have sex, you'll blow his mind, and then he'll keep you here rather than kill you or send you back....Did you get all that?" Marie looks at me warmly and intently, I don't know where to begin with my thoughts. I just stare back, and then nod my head, no idea to what I agreed to... | 1 | 0 | 5 |
[CW] A sexy 23 year old blonde, Kerri, meets an 80 year old man names Eustace. | Hello,
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[WP] Story Time... | ## Prologue
It had been a long night. In fact it was technically morning already, although the sky had not yet started to show any signs of sunlight. We all should have been heading home hours earlier, but the tequila had been flowing pretty freely, and nobody was entirely sober anymore. Even though we’d been best friends for years, we’d rarely had the chance to get together like this—just the four of us—and we’d been taking advantage of it all night.
We’d had plenty to eat and drink, played a few silly party games, reminisced about old times and mutual friends, shot the breeze for hours, and told stories—most of them tall tales—about our solitary exploits since we’d last seen one another. After the last round of shots, the tipsy conversation had somehow turned racy.
It was dangerous ground. We had all agreed years ago that whatever else might happen, none of us would ever get involved with any of the others. It was the one rule we never broke, and the one reason we had stayed friends through all these years.
“So,” the question was asked, “I propose a new challenge: everybody spills everything about the absolute best sexual experience of your life. No holding back: every last detail.”
“The full ‘blow-by-blow’?” came the inevitable comment, and we all laughed, the tequila helping to make it sound like the funniest thing we’d ever heard.
“Exactly. So, how ’bout it? Are you jokers up to the challenge?”
Well … rule or no rule….
We never backed down from a challenge. | 4 | 0 | 4 |
[Mod] May Contests announced | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 9 |
[WP][EU] You need to get to know your new Drift partner (Pacific Rim) | I take another swig from the bottle and try to focus on the slight form on my bunk. She’s got her own bottle, making good use of it.
Her dark eyes flicker to my face and she giggles nervously.
“You ready?” I ask her.
She swings her feet. She’s short enough that she doesn't even reach the floor when she sits on the edge.
“Yeah,” Her accent strikes me as cute and sexy, as always. I reflexively try to push the thought away, then sigh and struggle to accept it. There’s no hiding in the Drift, and the things that trip you up are the things that you hide from yourself.
I cross my feet on the deck in front of me - absently noting that one of my boot laces has somehow come untied - and sit further back in the chair. I wet my lips.
“Okay,” I start, trying to think of a good question. “Tell me about your first time.”
I figure that hearing about how she got into piloting might be a good start.
She bites her lip in the dim light, not meeting my eyes. Finally, she sets the bottle down on the floor. I fight the urge to look away to save her modesty as I can see down her top as she bends low to do it. The worst part of getting ready for Drift is making myself stop the little social niceties that my mother spent thirty years driving into me.
She swings her legs up and lays on my bunk. I can only see her hair and the curve of her bare shoulder as she sinks in. I like my bed absurdly soft. I open my mouth to prompt her when she starts to speak.
“I was fifteen.” I quirk an eyebrow. I know her father was also a pilot - he ran Garuda 2 out of Sri Lanka with Gadhavi Vess until ‘24. Garuda went down to the Mark III that basically pulled Tangalle into the sea. Still, it seemed pretty young. She must have started on a plane that her dad had or something.
“My father worked with a young engineer named Sajith that I thought was very attractive, and he came over to talk, but everyone was out.” She sounds lost in thought. “It turns out that he was a virgin, too. We made love by the pool. It was really good.” My dawning realization finally clicks home. I start to hold up a hand, to stop her, but she continues and I don’t want to interrupt.
No. That’s a lie. I’m interested. I want to hear what she has to say. And I’ll probably think about it a little later tonight. Fine, I’ll think about it, no question.
“He was so sweet...just...fixated on my breasts. He touched and sucked on them for a half hour... I know now that he probably actually...” She trails off for a few moments and I move my chair so that I can see her face as she talks.
She lays on my bed with her head on my pillow, her eyes closed. As I watch, I notice her hands are running gently over her thighs below the hem of her shorts. I swallow hard and close my own eyes until I get control of my surging libido. As I do, she continues in a dreamy voice.
“I think he came in his pants when we were just kissing, and that’s how long it took him to get hard again.” She laughs fondly, no ridicule in her voice. I can’t help but gasp at that, luckily she was too involved in her own story to notice. Dammit. Fuck that’s hot. I never even thought about something like that before. Apparently, I really like the idea of a tender, giving, nurturing woman who doesn't mind the thought of making a poor virgin cum in his pants.
“I still love having my breasts worshiped...” Her hands slide up her sides and she plays with the bottom of her shirt between her fingers. “My nipples are so sensitive,”
I stop breathing as she runs the fingers of one hand up over the shirt and circle one erect nipple. She sighs dreamily and arches her back into her own touch. I make a small choking sound as I start to breathe again. She lazily opens her eyes and looks over at me and smiles.
“Do you like sucking on tits, Robert?” She asks gently, bringing her other hand up so that she’s toying with both breasts. I nod, my mouth dry, and shift in the chair to better accommodate my growing erection.
“Sara...” I’m not sure that this is a good idea.
“Come sit by me, Bobby. I won’t touch you if you don’t want me to.” She pats the bed next to her hip. As she meets my eyes, she pulls up her shirt, revealing her small tits with their tight nipples. She gently rubs around one with a finger, her eyes drifting closed again. The corners of her mouth turn up in a smile. “I want you to see. If I’m really lucky, maybe I can convince you to cum on my tits while I tell this story.”
I’m breathing quicker. I want to go...
She opens her eyes again and one hand drifts to the snap on her shorts as the other continues to play with her nipples. “Come on, Bobby, please? Look - my nipples are not slippery at all...I don’t suppose you have any spit for me to use? Or maybe some precum?” She lets out a small whimper as she pinches and twists.
I find myself on my feet before I make a decision. One stride to stand by the side of the bed. Her hair is fanned out beneath her head, silky and straight. Sara looks up at me, yearning.
“I’m sorry, Bobby. I know that I’m a slut... but nobody else knows. I come from a good family, it would embarrass them. I know you *have* to know, that I can’t hide it from you...I hoped...that...you might be able to help me. That you might want me enough to not reject me. That maybe we could share something.” She runs a hand up my thigh over my pants. Suddenly she sits up.
“Bobby...I...I've only done anything a few times. I know that pilots have to share everything...even thoughts, desires, pasts...I was hoping that you’d help me keep this secret of mine. I’ll do anything you want, I promise.” She bites her lip and reaches for my hand. I sit on the edge of the bunk, looking at this sweet, inhibited goddess.
My other hand caresses her cheek.
“Sara,” I groan, “You have no idea. You’re beautiful, wonderful, magical...I never would have guessed I had a chance at convincing you to go to even just a movie with me. You’re so straight-laced and professional...” She turns her face into my hand, her soft lips pressing a kiss to my palm that makes me shudder.
“Is this just the booze?” I look down at the bottle that she’d put on the floor. She shakes her head under my touch.
“No. I like you, Robert Silva. I worked hard to be able to be on a level where they might even consider pairing us together.” She lays back on the pillows again, guilt in her eyes. “I...bribed Alzeshi to put us together in the Sárkány.”
I leaned in and put a kiss on her cute nose. “No, you didn't.”
“What do you mean?” She sits up again, looking worried.
“I saw the results. We’re solidly in the 90s, no one else even close. We can go get your bribe back from that ass tomorrow.” I lean in. This time I kiss her on her lips. She gasps into my mouth, her hands clutching my shoulders as I press my chest to hers. Sara slowly moves against me, rubbing her bare nipples across the harsh fabric of my vest. She whimpers again, then breaks the kiss, breathing fast.
“Bobby, thank you for breaking the ice...I never would have gotten the courage if you hadn't asked that question.”
I shake my head. This was going to make a hell of a first date story.
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[WP][EU] You need to get to know your new Drift partner (Pacific Rim) | *(Pardon the length; I lack restraint! It's a slow build, but I think it's a worthwhile payoff.)*
***
>The Drift can function with two similar minds, but it is far from ideal. If the strongest bond is similarity, the greatest advantages of the Drift are wasted: the neural load will indeed be shared, but complex maneuvers will never be accomplished. If a blow comes from the left, both hemispheres will dodge right.
>A much stronger, more versatile Drift comes from those with common experiences, but varied mindsets. The memories, whether actually shared or only similar in nature, are enough to provide the bond. But the different viewpoints on these similar experiences create a much more versatile Drift, where a single stimuli can create varied reactions. When the before-mentioned blow comes from the left, one hemisphere will dodge right while the other will begin launching a counterattack. In this way, it is revealed that the more opposing two people are, the more powerful the Drift will be... provided they can find enough common experience to Drift at all.
>-Dr. Caitlin Lightcap, "Calculating Compatibility"
***
Alice sipped her whiskey, perhaps a little quicker than she should. She grimaced, glaring at the empty glass like it had done something wrong. *"How many is this? Six, seven? God, I should stop."* She waved the bartender over, ordering another.
The day had been a complete disaster. This was her ninth Drift compatibility test, and it may have been her biggest failure yet. Her co-pilot to be, Cassie, was some sort of punk girl; neon hair, face full of piercings, and a head full of some serious filth. Alice had reflexively pulled away from her mid-Drift, and shunted most of the load onto the poor girl. The best thing that could be said for it was that nobody was permanently harmed, but she couldn't block out Cassie's accusing eyes as she was carried out of the Conn-Pod.
"Damn girl had been a bit cleaner, maybe it wouldn't have been so bad." Her empty glass had no insights to reply to her idle muttering, but hopefully the full glass coming her way might have some wisdom. Alice didn't use to drink like this; that was David's vice. But the Drift blurs those lines.
She closed her eyes, trying not to remember. It never worked, but she always tried.
They'd been on top with the best of them... Alice & David Morgan, sibling pilots of the *Infinite Thrust*: A late-production Mark II Jaeger, that could keep up with some of the newer Mark III models. They'd had more than their share of fame, thanks to a record of kaiju kills that would make some teams jealous. The media loved them; two down-home wholesome Southern kids, just fighting the good fight. The attention was overwhelming.
Alice never liked it much, but David took to the "rock star" status a little too well. Night after night, he'd be out later and later drinking more and more. In the cockpit, Alice would have to try and ignore the memories flooding into her regarding the debauchery her brother was getting himself into. In the end, it wasn't a kaiju that killed David... it was too much Jack and a flight of stairs.
Alice took a drink, not remembering exactly when she'd ordered a refill. It disgusted her every time, but she had a tough time blocking out the urges when things got this bad. She went to take another drink, when a rogue hand appeared to keep her from raising the glass. She looked at it quizzically, not entirely sure why the glass wasn't behaving.
"Think you might've had enough, Alice?" Chief Tendo slid onto the stool next to her, pulling the glass over. He raised it, gave it a sniff, wrinkled his face. "Phew, we could use this to clean a Jaeger. You know this isn't going to make things any better for you, right?"
Alice groaned, letting her head fall onto the bar. "Not like I can make it any worse by this point. Nine failed tests. Nine. How many times am I going to have to do this before I get it right?" The bar top wasn't comfortable, but at least it was cool.
"Well... that's exactly it. You might not have to do it again... ever." Tendo's tone wasn't cheerful. "The Marshal's run out of candidates. Unless he can pull off a miracle in the next few days, and believe me he's trying, he'll have to reassign the *Thrust* to a totally new pilot team."
Alice slowly lifted her head, his words filtering through the whiskey. "Wait... he can't take the *Thrust* from me. He wouldn't. Good pilots are hard to find; he wouldn't toss me aside!" Anger was starting to bubble up through her voice, and the bartender was starting to give Tendo warning glances.
Tendo shook his head, waving his hands. "Now wait... I didn't say it was hopeless. I said we were looking for miracles. Marshal's trying to keep you in that Pod, but maybe you could try something on your own? A Hail Mary to keep *yourself* in there?"
"I'm listening... but I don't know what I can do. What am I supposed to do, just 'be more compatible'? You can't do that; if it doesn't work, it doesn't work." Something nagged at the back of Alice's head as she spoke; wasn't there someone...?
"Well... I don't know about that. You've heard the rumors about Romeo & Juilet, right? I was there for their first *and second* compatibility tests. The rumors are true."
Romeo & Juilet, real names Mark & Vanessa Foster of the *Silver Arrow*. Two complete strangers before they were pilots, married after two weeks in the Pod together. Media made a huge deal of it, stuck them with that stupid name, covered the wedding like it was a celebrity event. But there had always been a rumor following them, that they had actually *failed* their first Drift compatibility test... only to pass with flying colors the second time. But that wasn't how the Drift worked, according to popular knowledge, so it was written off as another media legend.
Tendo slid a folded paper over to Alice. "They're not stationed her, but they *are* here for Mark III training. I've asked them a hundred times what their secret was, but they wouldn't tell me. Maybe if you asked, they might help another pilot. Worth a shot, at least." He stood up, brushing himself off. "Get yourself home. All this? It isn't you."
Alice watched Tendo walk away, before looking at the address on the paper. *"What if you* can *make yourself compatible?"* She slammed some money down onto the bar, heading briskly out the door. *"I need to sleep and sober up, because this might be my last chance at keeping my damn Jaeger."* | 3 | 0 | 7 |
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[WP]"Shh! We're in the library." | A/N : This is my first writing prompt, so it may certainly not be up to par with the rest of the work on here. :p
“Shh! We’re in the library.” I hiss, lifting my gaze to stare pointedly at the offender. I scan the room until I’ve undoubtedly found the culprit. My breath hitches. We lock eyes, and a grin creeps across his face. He motions with his thumb toward the nearest bookshelf, and suddenly I feel the urge to duck behind my desk.
I will away the blush spreading across my cheeks, and push myself backwards from the desk, careful not to disturb the other students. I turn my eyes upwards, to see him leaning against the bookshelf, making no effort to conceal the fact that he’s eyeing my body. He makes a slight gesture with his head as he moves towards the centre of the aisle, and I follow obediently.
“Is there anything I can help you with?” I mouth, resolved to keep from melting under his appraising gaze. My heart is pounding against my ribcage, and the seconds before his response feel like centuries.
“You’re the smarty pants in my Composition II, right?” He jokes, flashing me his award-winning grin. A disappointed scoff escapes my lips, and all I can manage is a steely glare.
*Of course, it’s all in your head, stupid girl. It’s not like he was taking you back here for a secret sexy rendezvous.* “If there’s nothing I can help you with, I’ll be taking my leave now.” I press my glasses up to the bridge of my nose and cross my arms, fully determined to look as disinterested as possible.
“I need some help with the Dewey Decimal system, it’s completely beyond me.” He rifles around in his pockets for a slip of paper, and holds it out, offering it up to me.
I snatch the paper from his fingertips, roll my eyes, and lead him forward towards the end of the row. I slow my walk, carefully making note of the numbers, until I realise how far removed we are from the other students. I fantasize about him taking me against the rack of books, caution thrown to the wind, and I find myself getting wet at the thought. But, I continue to thumb the spines, hoping I appear more composed than I feel.
“Alright, here we are. 801...802...803…” my full attention on the books, I don’t notice his palms on either side of my body, his chest pressed against my back. He leans in, lips brushing my ear, his scent filling my every thought, and I feel the familiar pressure deep in my stomach.
I turn to face him, but he places his palm firmly on my back and rubs himself into me. I can feel his cock against my back, straining through the fabric of his pants. I encourage him, grinding against him and he lets out a low growl, nipping at my throat. Slowly and deliberately, he plucks the buttons open on my blouse, his fingertips trailing lightly across my bare stomach. He pops off my bra with ease, and teases my nipples until they pebble under his touch. My breath catches in my throat, and he slides his fingertips underneath the waistband of my panties, pressing his tips against my opening, testing me. I’m already slick, begging for more.
“I always knew you were a dirty slut.” He scolded, breath hot in my ear. He teases my opening, sliding a finger inside me, while pressing his cock against my cheeks. I close my eyes in pleasure as he adds another finger, curling his digits as he pumps them deep. With a whimper of protest, he removes his fingers and flips me around, his face flushed with excitement. He fumbles with the buckle on his belt, and soon his pants are around his ankles, his cock sprung free. I spread my thighs, allowing him entrance, and he positions himself between them; the precum beading on his already solid member.
He grabs me by the hips, lifting me onto a bookshelf, and I grip the railing, causing a few books to fall off the shelving. My heart races at the thought of someone finding us back here. Before I can even think of the ramifications, he’s slamming himself into my cunt. With each thrust, I clutch onto the railing, white-knuckle tight. His hands firm around my bum, holding me in place as he attacks my throat, teeth suckling at my neck. As he pulls out, I admire his member, drenched in my cum, before he thrusts himself inside me. I stifle a cry as his cock spreads my inner walls, each and every muscle expanding to take him deeper. The bookshelf rocks against our weight, the metal cool and hard against my back. I bury my face into his neck, his veins pulsating in tempo with our bodies.
His nails dig into my ass, and he shifts our position, bouncing me up and down on his shaft. I can see his thighs trembling as he slams me onto his cock, every thrust deeper than the last. He drives his length into me and I cry out, my pussy tightening around him as he spends himself with a breathy growl.
He slides me off him, dressing himself. “Thanks for the extra help.” I run my fingers through my hair, tucking the tails of my blouse into my skirt, and we make our way out of the aisle. As we exit, all eyes are on us.
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[WP] Two lesbians find eachother's g-spot | Finally summer vacation, and what better day to start it with a girls' sleepover and a movie? Melanie was getting the pop corn ready, while I was setting the bed. It was just the two of us, since her single mom was visiting her boyfriend for tonight.
"Mel, when will you be coming? It's almost 9, you don't wanna miss the beginning, do you?"
She marched in with a large tray with pop corn and gummi bears. Mel always had a sweet tooth. She had tied her long brown hair to a pony tail, wearing only blue shorts and a light blue tank top. "So, what are we watching again?" She sat down next to me on the soft kind-sized bed, stretching her legs and placing the tray in front of us. I sighed "The winter soldier, do you even care what movie we are gonna watch?" She grinned at me. "Nope, as long as we are watching it together." Then the movie started, the light was switched off and we were both sitting on the bed center.
I glanced over at her bare legs; Melissa is definitely a beautiful girl, she was tall ,athletic, playful and popular with the guys. Whereas I was pretty much her opposite, much shorter, clumsier and more awkward as a person, but she always refers to me as "cute" and "innocent". Just how innocent would she think I was, if she knew that I fantasize about having sex with her? Quite often, too.
Suddenly it dawned on me that we are both alone, on bed, both wearing only shorts and tank tops. I was sitting with crossed legs, absent mindedly fishing for pop corn, when Mel suddenly laid down, her head on my lap. *Her head is on my crotch, omigod! Her head is on my crotch. Act calm, friends do stuff like that.* I took a deep breath. I glanced to the side, her legs, her waist, her back... "Movie's not bad, right? Suddenly I was brought back to reality. The commercial was playing. *Damnit, stupid easily-distracted me!*
Still laying on my crotch, "Let's play the questions game." I internally groaned. She liked to asked the most embarrassing types of questions. "I start, is there a guy you wanna fo it with in our class?" "NO." *Not a guy.* "Same question to you." "Same, you would know if I did. So, have you thought of doing it with a girl in class?" I was caught completely off guard. I hesitated. "...No." Her head flung up suddenly. "What?! You thought about doing it with a girl? Who? Give me a name." *Uh-oh. This is not going to end well.* "I just said No, quit asking stupid questions."
Suddenly she stood on her knees behind me and *squeezed my breasts*. "I'm not gonna let go, until you give me a name!" *This is not good for my heart*. She squeezed harder, I could feel her legs at my back, her warm breath against my neck, and suddenly a soulful moan escaped my mouth. She stopped in her tracts. *Fuck.*
The commercial ended. "Uh, let's watch the movie? Mel?" I'm glad it was dark, my face must be about the colour of a tomato. She was still behind me. Promptly she put her hands under my tank top, and touched my breasts over my bra. For a second I forgot how to breath. "Mel?" She sat down, her legs around me, her face against my neck, and then she unclasped my bra. "Mel! What are you doing?"
Her breathings were uneven too, and very warm. "What does it look like that I am doing? " She kissed my neck, then shoulder, suddenly she pulled up my tank top. It felt like this couldn't be for real. This *can't* be for real. *Did I fall asleep during the movie and am dreaming?*
Then she moved away from my back, and pushed me to lay down. She switched on the lights. *Oh god!* Still in a daze, I was suddenly aware that I was half naked. She quickly moved towards me, her right leg between my legs, pushing against me, and she started to livk my breasts. "Mel, are you sure, you want to do this?" My voice sounded weird even too me, it was husky and lust-filled. "You have no idea", she whispered against my hard nipple. She removed all of her clothes and then my shorts while kissing me. Her breasts were perky and tight, her pinkish nipples were hard on her creamy skin. She was breath takingly beautiful, and she wanted *me*.
I felt overpowered by all happiness brewing inside of me. I got up and pushed her down. "I want to too." She was completely naked, I removed my panties while forcefully sucking her breasts, then I moved further south with one hand, and boy, *she was wet*. I gently rubbed her clit, then I bit down on her left breast. She moaned. I felt myself grinning against her soft, naked skin. "I want more."
I complied. I proceeded to circle her entrance with my fingers, she further spread further spread her legs, then I pushed into her 2 fingers as deeply as as I could, one long stroke. Her face was distorted with lust, and I loved every bit of it. I rubbed my wet womanhood against her leg, never in my life have I felt this horny. I pushed my fingers slowly, teasingly out, and then in again. Repeatedly, gaining speed with each slow, long stroke. Suddenly she grabbed my head, and started to furiously kiss me. With her experienced tongue and it felt wonderful, we kept kissing untik she let go of me. "Let's go 69."
She then pushed me on my back, my fingers wet from their recent adventures, and she positioned herself on me. *I could see everything*. "Lick me." I did as I was told, quite willingly, too. And she did the same to me, and the moment her tongue touvhed me, I knew that I wouldn't be able to stop. She licked and nibbled at me, and she lifted her ass up for me. I was in heaven. And then, she *literally fucked me with her tongue.* How can she be this good at it? All my nerves seemed to have settled South. I licked her clit and pushed in my fingers into her, while she kept grinding at me.
I was about to cum. I felt her clenching up, and I sucked at her clit as hard as I could and we both came at almost the same time. She turned around and collapsed on me, naked skin against naked skin. Her breathing was fast and uneven, but so was mine.
This is going to be one interesting summer.
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[wp] Another super heroes drunken one night stand with Lois Lane when superman is off planet | Hello,
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[WP][Contest] An intoxicating smell... | Contest entry confirmed! | 1 | 0 | 2 |
[WP][Contest] An intoxicating smell... | The man lowered the book he was reading and started to scan the room.
'That smell, that smell... I remember it but from where...' He let his subconscious try to unravel the mystery while he kept looking around the room to find the source. It wasn't long before he remembered what it was.
'That's right that’s the smell of the lotion we always used when we did X, what it’s called, what is it called...' While the man once again let his subconscious take charge of solving this new mystery he allowed himself to remember one of those times in which the lotion was used.
-Flash Back-
The palm of his hands pressed firmly into the flesh on her back moving easily up and down along the sides of her spine. The scent of the lotion combined with how her skin felt while he rubbed was so intoxicating that his cock started to harden rubbing along her lower back as it did.
“Do you like rubbing me my love?” I love being rubbed by you” Her voice oozed ecstasy as she spoke. The man took a long deep breath in through his nostrils as another wave of euphoria washed over him. The scent of him and her and the lotion was the only thing he needed at this moment.
“I want you inside me” She said to him.
“I want that too.” He moved back just enough to insert his cock inside her, slowly and gently pushing it deeper into her pussy.
“Oh god yes, don’t stop rubbing and touching me, let your cock just be in me”. She continued softly moaning as he finished burying his cock inside her and returned to rubbing her back. He reached for the bottle of lotion and added just a bit more the smell of fresh lotion stimulating him just as much she did.
The feeling of being inside her, rubbing her and the scent from the lotion was too much and without even needing to thrust he came.
-Flash Forward-
The man placed his book on his lap to conceal his cock which was getting stiffer as the scent grew stronger. Waves of euphoria and lust started to seep into his mind when he finally located the source of the scent. He watched as very cute girl walked toward the open seat next to him and sat down. He knew he wanted to make love to her.
“Hi!” He said as soon as she took her seat. “I love the smell of the lotion you’re wearing; may I ask what it is?”
Side Quest: Campfire, freshly opened bottle of wine, BBQ
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[WP] A Young Woman Finds Herself Alone in a Plane at 14,000ft with her Skydiving Instructor... | [Who's flying the plane!?](http://imgur.com/E4Eomgl) | 1 | 0 | 7 |
[WP] A Young Woman Finds Herself Alone in a Plane at 14,000ft with her Skydiving Instructor... | The pilot just jumped out! :P | 1 | 0 | 7 |
[WP] A gamer sabotages his rival with "biological" warfare. | It's not clear enough. | 4 | 0 | 1 |
Contest winner: /u/WanderingTauntaun | Thanks, that's awesome! | 2 | 0 | 3 |
[Image prompt] dirtygaming | ~~Hi,~~
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[WP] Teacher + failing student | No stories yet? Any length will work, and feel free to change the story a bit. | 1 | 0 | 7 |
[WP] Teacher + failing student | Ms. Sloop really wasn't having a good day, first her car wouldn't start this morning, then she had to ask her creepy neighbor to give her a jump. She couldn't stand watching him smile and try to flirt with her as he helped her. And she was running late already due to forgetting to set her alarm, but who would remember a trivial thing like that after she caught her boyfriend cheating on her last night. damn bastard.
And now her coffee was spilled, all over her blouse. The damn clutz Jacob had knocked it over on her when he came up to her desk after class. Most of the class had left, so no one really saw it, and saw her nipple poking through her bra and blouse after it got soaked. Only good thing was that it was almost mid-day, so the coffee wasn't scalding hot.
And it was nice that she has a different shirt to change in to, that match her skirt even. At least she was a little lucky today. Until she walked back into the room, there was Jacob, rummaging through her desk.
Oh fuck, he found a pair of her panties. How the fuck did those get there? Oh yeah, her ex had shoved them in there one night when he came to visit her while she worked late at school. That was a fun night, and she really didn't get much school work done that night.
That little snoop, he even sniffed them. He wasn't the brightest kid in school, but at least he was a good looking kid, and the rumors were floating around that he was hung like a horse. Guess this is as good of time as any to find out.
Ms. Sloop moved back down the hall quietly, then walked back toward her classroom, making sure her footsteps were heard. The hall was getting silent now as the next bell was going to ring, she luckily had prep this next hour, and I think Jacob had study hall.
Jennifer saw Jacob panic and shove her panties in his pocket. She smiled and walked into the room and shut the door behind her.
"I'm sorry Mrs. Sloop, I didn't mean to knock over your coffee."
"That's ok Jacob, you are just lucky that I had another shirt today." she said with a grin.
Jacob was wondering why Mrs. Sloop was smiling, but couldn't quite figure it out, little did he know what she had seen earlier, and that he had left her bottom drawer open, the one with the panties in it.
Ms. Sloop sat down at her desk and looked up at Jacob. "While I was gone, did you like what you found Jacob?"
Jacob started to get worried, but tried to maintain his composure. "What do you mean Ms. Sloop?"
"I mean did you like what you found?" she said again, while leaning forward and pushing her bottom drawer shut.
As the drawer closed with a thud Jacob's heart sank, he was busted. No more playing football, his parents are going to kill him once they hear about this.
"I'm soooo sorry Ms. Sloop, I didn't mean to snoop," he stuttered.
Ms. Stoop held up a hand to stop him, "Pull them out."
Jacob looked confused.
"Pull out the panties Jacob."
He reluctantly pulled them out of his pocket.
"Did they smell good?" she asked with a smirk on her face
"Yes," Jacob mumbled, now really embarassed.
"Well why don't you enjoy them then," she said, "right now."
"What?" Jacob said in disbelief. "How am I going to do that?"
"Don't you boys like to jack off into girls panties?" Ms. Sloop said.
Jacob got really red, he couldn't believe what his teacher was saying, she wanted him to jack off into her panties, right now. In front of her.
"You going to do it? Or should I just write up an email to your parents about what you did?"
"No!" Jacob said," I'll do it, just don't tell my parents."
Ms. Sloop smiled and leaned back in her chair, getting settled in for the show about to start. And to encourage him on even more she undid a few extra buttons to her top, showing off even more of her DD breasts.
Jacob couldn't believe what he was about to do, and couldn't believe the view he had of Ms. Sloops' tits. they were amazing, and he only saw a little bit of them.
Jacob undid his jeans and drop them, along with his boxers. He figured he might as well just get his cock out there. It sprang halfway up, already semi hard from when he found his teacher's panties and watching her undo her top. It only took a few strokes with her panties in his hand to get it fully hard.
"Holy fuck Jacob, that thing is huge," Ms. Sloop exclaimed. "I've never seen one that big."
Jacob wasn't sure if she was just being nice, but he took it as a compliment and kept stroking.
Ms. Sloop was loving the view she had too, her student now had his hard 10" cock right in front of her. If they weren't at school she'd be on her knees sucking right now. Then fucking it like crazy soon after that. The thoughts of what she wanted to do to, and with that amazing cock were swirling through her mind. She even spread her legs and hiked up her skirt, showing Jacob her panties. They were nice and tight on her, so the camel toe he was seeing was lovely, and soon it started to get wet.
Ms. Sloop started rubbing her pussy through her panties while Jacob stroked his cock. Jacob had jacked off a few times to visions of fucking Ms. Sloop, but he never thought he'd get to watch her play with herself.
"Faster," Ms. Sloop commanded.
Jacob started stroking faster, feeling his orgasm building. Ms. Sloop couldn't take it anymore and moved her panties to the side and slipped a finger into her soaked pussy.
"oh fuck," Jacob said out loud, almost losing his load right there. He started stoking his cock even faster now, wanting to cum while he was watching his teacher finger her pussy.
"mmmmmmmm," Ms. Sloop moaned as she felt her own orgasm building. She'd never gotten this hot this fast, but seeing that huge cock, and this all being so naughty has her really worked up.
Make sure you cum in the panties," Ms. Sloop reminded Jacob, "I don't want cum on my floor." she added with a smirk.
Jacob re-positioned the panties and then stroked his cock hard and fast. It wasn't long until he let out a soft moan and shot his hot load into his teachers panties. he stroked his cock a few more times, shooting a few more hot loads and then stopped.
As Jacob was moaning Ms. Sloop was hitting her gspot and clit with her fingers so she could cum too. She let out more of a high pitched shriek when she cam as Jacob coated her panties with cum. She let her body be consumed with pleasure as the massive cock in front of her unloaded.
Ms. Sloop lay there panting from her orgasm, while Jacob just stood there, not knowing what to do.
"Clean up your cock silly," Ms. Sloop said as she giggled. While she stood up in front of him. She then reach up under her skirt and pulled her panties down and off. Jacob stood there amazed and stunned. She took the panties he just came in and swapped them for the ones she just took off.
"We can keep each other's cum," she said with a wink. "But if you ever tell ANYONE." Ms. Sloop said, leaning in toward Jacob, "you'll be in big trouble.
Jacob pulled his boxers and pants up and puts Ms. Sloops panties in his pocket. Just as he about to open the door to leave Ms. Sloop calls out to him.
"Oh Jacob," she says and waits for him to turn back toward her, "if you are free tonight, you can stop by my place and get more than just a view." All while she talks she's walking toward Jacob. She stops talking and reaches up and slides a piece of paper into his pocket.
"Have fun rest of the day Jacob."
Jacob leaves, still stunned at what just happened, and figuring out how he can get out of the house tonight...
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[WP] A young woman's sexual encounter with a demon gets nasty. | Angela only tolerated Steve's presence. She shared absently out the coffee shop window as he rattled on about the most recent patch of goat simulator. His fascination purely the references to Satanism the way pot heads get giggly shortly after four in the afternoon. Steve was really more of a sycophant than a true believer but he had connections in the community. She absently ran her fingers through her jet black hair. She was waiting to meet Metrus, a fairly reclusive yet highly regarded individual in the community. Angela's musings ended with the abrupt halt of useless noise coming out of his mouth. Steve reached in to his pocket to dig out his phone.
Angela's rhythms fluttered. She was anxious to meet Metrus. Steve got up to find and escort Metrus insider. She pressed down her jacket edges. It was somewhere between business like and military. She stood when both men finally entered the cafe together. Metrus was young and we'll dressed. His short dark hair was neatly kept. Everything about him spoke to impeccable cleanliness. He calmly strode across the cafe, ignoring Steve's explanations and introductions.
Angela was completely transfixed by his stare. She reached out to shake his hand. Instead of accepting the business like nature he pulled her hand up and gently pressed a kiss to it. "So you're the graphics designer I've been hearing so much about." He gave Steve a wave and he ran off to fetch Metrus something to drink. "I'm sure you know I own several multinational companies and I could use someone with your skills."
She blushed a bit "um, yes. I would be happy for the opportunity."
"Wonderful. I'll have my secretary contact you for the paperwork. Tell me about yourself. I wasn't expecting someone so beautiful as yourself. I'm sure you know how Steve can ramble and exaggerate."
The carried on a fluid conversation about the community and personal interests until Metrus stuttered remembering something he'd forgotten. He swirled a finger towards Steve who had the most vacant stare. He had been idly stirring Metrus' coffee for the last ten minutes. He suddenly remembered what he was doing and returned to the table. The thought suddenly struck Angela she knew Steve was a fool but he wasn't usually that absent minded. Metrus smirked as he sipped his coffee.
"Thank you Steve. The coffee is very good. This has been an excellent meeting. I'll forward you more information about the New York transfers tomorrow. But I think we're done for the day. So would you mind grabbing Angela's tab while we finish up?"
"Certainly"
Metrus turned back to Angela. "The simple minded are easy enough to manipulate. I find it much more interesting when and individual is intelligent enough to make their own decisions." He stood and offered Angela his hand. "Would you care to join me back to my home?"
She was enchanted with his presence but not by any hypnotism the Steve might have been under. She found him handsome, refined, and took great care in all aspects. "Yes I'd like that." She took his hand and made to stand.
As she stood there was a great flash of consciousness. The room swirled and disappeared like dawning a cloak. She found her feet she was slightly dizzy and at a loss for words. They were standing on a stone balcony overlooking hillsides with fields of grapes. She was stunned. Never in all the ceremonies and rituals had she witnessed such power.
"Where are we?!"
"France. This is my home."
"We were just in L.A."
"And now we're in France. How do you like it?" She found it hard to argue with. She wrestled with the idea. Whatever the explanation she supposed it didn't truly matter. She stuttered to find words, remembering the question. "Its, we'll it's beautiful."
Metrus smiled at her confusion. "I'm glad you like it. Would you like to go inside or do you need a moment."
She blinked and looked around in shock. She waved her head and made to follow him inside. They passed through several rooms and corridors before arriving in an entertainment room. A ring of couches and lecticas faced a fireplace.
"Please, have a seat." He walked around behind a bar she hadn't noticed and pulled a winebottle from a large wall rack. Returning to sit beside her, Metrus poured her a glass. The smell of the wine invaded her senses. She was lost to his presence.
"So..." She started. She nervously looked away as she sipped the wine.
"So..." he returned. His gaze followed her as she decided her thoughts.
"Are you more than you seem to be?"
"Everyone is more than they seem to be, most more than they can care e to be."
"What are you?"
"You've guessed my secret. There's no hiding it now." His place changed in another flash of consciousness. A pair of small hooked horns protruded from his hairline. Angela's face expressed surprise.
"Do I frighten you"
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[WP] a twenty something wo/man goes in for past life regression and realizes the wiow/er down the street is their SO from their previous life. | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 2 |
[WP] Hot for Auntie | blood or marriage aunt? | 2 | 0 | 1 |
[WP] Hot for Auntie | He really has grown up, hasn't he?
I watch as Marcus gets me another drink, eyeing his wonderfully toned body. Thank god for Football season.
"Here you go Aunt Charlotte." I smile as he hands me a vodka cranberry and take a sip.
"You want some? I won't tell on you." It's Thanksgiving, and dinner just ended. Most of the family is either washing up dishes or watching tv. Marcus blushes and I take another sip.
"No, no thanks. I'm good."
"Oh, how good are you?" I pull him towards me with his silly clip on tie. He must feel so grown up in it. "Sit by me sweetie." I take off my heels. "My feet are killing me. Mind giving me a quick rub?" I can hear him gulp, but he tentatively obeys, allowing his thumbs to run over the balls of my feet as I sigh.
"So, decided on schools?" | 3 | 0 | 1 |
[WP ] Ambulance ride | It started as a normal night, Susie riding around in the ambulance with her friend Sally. It's not very often that two females are paired together, but they were both thankful that they worked together. No awkward nights with a prick guy, or guy who flirts all night, even when you try to let him down easy. But tonight was about to get interesting.
The call was normal enough. Not that a heart attack is normal. The call came from an office building. They got called in an let into the building and found the man on the floor. They got there in time and were able to revive him. His stats all stabilized, heart beating as it should, but he stayed unconscious. They were going to have to get him on the stretcher and drive on over to the hospital.
They got him in the ambulance no problem. And his wife joined Susie in the back for the ride to the hospital. At least they assumed she was the wife, she had a ring on her finger and was the one who called and showed them to the man.
But once they started driving to the hospital things got interesting. It started with the wife, she seemed really nervous, and kept looking the guy over. He looked to be in his late 40s, was a good looking guy. Being only 25 Susie would still consider him attractive and date him. But then she saw what the lady was looking at, a huge bulge in the man's pants. This wasn't a normal cock bulge, this was huge. It had to be at least a 10" cock in there straining to burst out. Susie looks up at the lady in amazement and confusion.
She gives in and blurts out, "He took Viagra a few minutes before he had the heart attack. Once he takes it, he's hard for a very long time. Guess it doesn't matter if he's unconscious or not."
Susie can't believe her ears. From the front of the ambulance Sally screams out, " What?!?!?"
The lady then goes into a long spiel about how she is his secretary and they told there spouses they were working late, and really they were just screwing each other and now that he was rock hard, as soon as his wife showed up to the hospital he'd be busted.
"Wow," is all Sally could say.
"But," the lady added,"we could make it go down and then his wife would be none the wiser."
"How do you suggest we do that?" Susie asked incredulously.
"Well," she pauses, " if he cums three times it'll go down faster."
"What?!?!?" both Susie and Sally say in unison.
"If he cums three time it'll go down, I guess the Viagra can't handle a fourth time," she chuckles halfheartedly as she says it.
"You can't be serious," Susie says to her.
"I am," she says, "please, if anything I'll do all the work, just make sure he's ok."
Susie has no idea what to do, but to her amazement she nods her head yes.
"Thanks," she says to Susie, "and I'm Anna by the way."
"Hello Anna," Susie says.
Anna quickly move her hands to his belt and gets it undone. She unzips his pants and pushes them down as her hand slides under his boxers. She comes out with a HUGE cock. It's not quite fully hard and already 10" long and thick.
"Fuck that is huge," Susie exclaims. Sally, not wanting to be left out pulls the ambulance over into a parking lot and stops. She turns around and her eyes go wide.
"Fuck, it's enormous."
"I know," says Susie.
"Are you two going to ogle his cock, or help me get him to cum." Anna asks a bit perturbed, but who can blame them, he is very well hung, and as Anna can attest too, he really know how to use it.
Susie and Sally help push his pants and boxers down further, so then they can access his huge balls as well. Anna grabs his cock and strokes it. She squeezes it as she strokes up and a bit of precum sits on the tip of his cock. Anna eagerly licks it up.
"mmmmmmmmmm, it taste so good," Anna says. "here, try it yourself."
She strokes him again and squeezes on her way up and points the massive cock toward Susie. She can't believe what she is watching, and that she agreed to it. But what really surprises her is that she leans down and lick his cock.
"Damn, that is sweet," Susie says. "try it Sally."
Sally hesitantly leans in and lick his cock head too, and smiles and nods her approval.
Ann then starts to lick up and down his shaft, getting him good and wet.
"Suck on his balls, it'll make him blow sooner." Anna commands.
Susie and Sally get on either side of the body and without even thinking they lean down and start sucking on his balls.
Anna took his cock head into her mouth, she soon had his big cock head in her whole mouth, and she stood so she could get a better angle on his cock. She dropped her head down and took about half his massive cock into her mouth. Susie and Sally had switched to playing with the guy's balls so they could watch Anna expertly suck this guys cock.
Anna started moving her head up and down on his cock a bit faster. Anna was getting really turned on, since her hand had hiked up her dress and she had her hand down her panties. Sally and Susie just watched as they fondled his balls.
She couldn't get all of his cock into her mouth, but she tried hard. And soon she was just sucking and fucking the top half of his cock while stroking the bottom half of his shaft.
She then moved her lips to the tip of his cock and started sucking on it. She grabbed Susie's hand and put it on his shaft and urged her to start stroking it.
Susie couldn't believe what she was doing, but she started stroking his cock like crazy. In no time Sally felt his balls tighten and she looked up to see Anna's mouth getting filled with cum. Anna started swallowing as much as she could as his cock shot load after load. As fast as she swallow, she couldn't keep up and some cum slipped from her lips and ran down his shaft.
Once Anna finished milking his cock she sat back. And let out a big sigh.
"Fuck he tastes so damn good." she said, "come on girls, clean up his cock, we can't waste such tasty cum.
Sally leaned forward and licked up his shaft. "Damn he does taste good."
"Ok, one down, two to go, who's sucking him next?" Anna asks... | 7 | 0 | 4 |
A boy confesses his love for his sister. What happens next? | Hi,
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[WP]2 construction workers, repaving a road, hop down a manhole for a little sex break, out of the burning heat of the sun. | We jumped down that hole of love... Then passed out and died from methane gas. | 1 | 0 | 1 |
[WP] A handsome uncle falls for his beautiful niece. What happens next? | [deleted] | 5 | 0 | 2 |
[WP] summer sex haiku | For my dirty writing prompt debut I have two one stanza summer sex haikus written in the traditional 5-7-5 format that are definitely not meant to be taken seriously. They are:
1)
Two sweaty bodies
Make interesting noises
When rubbed together
2)
Beach sex is awesome
Unless you get sand in an
Unfortunate place
(Sorry I'm having formatting issues as I'm posting from my phone) | 3 | 0 | 6 |
[WP] summer sex haiku | Holy fucking shit
It's so fucking hot to stare
The sun is good too
(I am just right out guessing that i fucked something up with this) | 3 | 0 | 6 |
[WP] summer sex haiku | [deleted] | 2 | 0 | 6 |
[WP] summer sex haiku | The finishing thrust
Sticky seed pumps down her throat
Mascara runs black | 2 | 0 | 6 |
[WP] summer sex haiku | This should be submitted under the [poetry] tag but since it's a couple of days old now and it has already received some responses, I'm approving your post as it is. I've flaired it with the poetry tag though and next time please take care in which submission category you use. | 2 | 0 | 6 |
[WP] summer sex haiku | Your scent enthralls me
I need your legs around me
Your panties are wet | 3 | 0 | 6 |
[WP] summer sex haiku | kiss me all over
Cover me with pleasure
A tasty morsel
| 1 | 0 | 6 |
[WP] summer sex haiku | I want to ride, surf
Your colossal tidal waves
A whirlpool
| 1 | 0 | 6 |
[WP] summer sex haiku | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 6 |
[WP] summer sex haiku |
Lust, drawn by the sun.
Drew my hands along your tan back.
Red skin, ouch that hurts!
| 2 | 0 | 6 |
[WP] summer sex haiku | Suntan lotion spread
Covering freckled skin smooth
Roll over to grope | 1 | 0 | 6 |
[WP] summer sex haiku | We gasp in pleasure
Sweat drips off of our bodies
The bed creaks softly | 1 | 0 | 6 |
[Contest] Fantasy Island | Brandon pounded his finger on the table. "I'm telling you Kevin, the place is supposed to be amazing. You can have *anything* you want. Man! Let's go!"
"What do you mean?", Kevin asked as Brandon took a swig of beer.
"I mean you can fuck Scarlett Johansson. You can have an Asian girl, or a black girl. You can take her any way you like. They got anything! Every day you can have something new! They even call it *Fantasy Island*."
"I don't think so Brandon, that sort of thing is not for me."
"What?!? Fuck you. You're always such a pussy. You work too hard. You got the money, man. Let's do this. Drink your fucking *cocktail* and say 'Yes!'"
...
Three weeks later, Brandon and Kevin arrived on the island in a small boat along with a few other guests. There was a small dock, and various paths leading back into the trees. A number of small buildings were visible facing the nearby beach. A small group of people seemed to be there to welcome them.
Brandon jumped off the boat first. He headed straight for a pair of identical twins; statuesque and blonde, barefoot, and wearing matching sheer white dresses that left little to the imagination. His face beamed brighter than the tropical sun as he twirled one, and then the other.
The older man walked over to a Japanese girl in a schoolgirl outfit. She bowed formally, silently took his hand, and started him off up one of the paths.
The married couple were met by a handsome, huge, muscular black man. The veins of his enormous cock were visible through the fabric of his speedo. The wife walked straight up to him and gave him a passionate kiss. He picked her up like a toy and carried her up a different path. The husband padded along behind the new couple.
A woman with a clipboard met Kevin. "I'm sorry Sir, but there seems to have been a misunderstanding. We didn't receive your arrival-day choice?"
Laughing, Brandon said, "Kevin, you're always fucking things up. I'll just see you at the beach tomorrow." He turned and left with an arm around each woman.
"Sir, please do accept our apologies. Would you care to give me your order now? Fulfillment should only take a moment."
Startled by a cry, Kevin turned to see a woman wearing a black leather catsuit pulling a leash with a chubby man, naked except for a similar black leather hood. She held a whip, and the man's whole body was covered with bright red welts.
Nervously and jittery as usual, Kevin turned back and spoke to the woman ...
...
The next afternoon, Brandon sat on the beach under an umbrella. A sultry and graceful brunette in a red one-piece bathing suit was sucking his cock. Each slow stroke went from the tip to the root, and at each end she would add a new flourish.
"Where the fuck is Kevin?" Brandon said, although the woman didn't change her rhythm or even seem to take notice. "I hope he wasn't inside one of those crazy outfits we saw this morning. The little fucker is weird, but that's another level."
A few minutes later, the woman was still edging Brandon when the muscular black guy walked by again, still wearing his speedo. He seemed to just be going for a stroll on the beach, but he was with a different woman today. Relaxed and smiling as they walked past, the couple looked over, making eye contact with Brandon.
Brandon thought the girl looked familiar, but it definitely wasn't the wife of that worthless husband from yesterday. He put his hand on the brunette's head and looked back out at the sea.
...
"Where the fuck is Kevin...?"
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[Contest] Fantasy Island | Sam sat nervously on his couch staring at his computer screen. He held a small, wrinkled business card in his hand that promised to fulfill his deepest wishes of happiness.
Harry from accounting swears by this place. He met his second wife there and they've been together for 15 years now; that's triple his previous marriage and this one is so much hotter.
"The only thing they ask," warned Harry, "is that you not tell anyone of this place. It's only for those like us, that have been broken by our previous partners. And they will know if you're telling the truth, they always know."
That's the part that scared him. How much of the truth did they know? Sure, they'll probably accept his money and his application, but will the women swoon over a chubby Mexican that's generally lazy and spends most of his weekends glued to the internet or his video games? He had his doubts, but he also hasn't gotten laid since his divorce was settled three years ago.
"Fuck it," he says as he punches in the website into the address bar.
A lush, tropical landscape loads up with some simple text explaining the island's topography and weather. He loads up the next few screens and finds the application he's looking for. He fills it out, pays his hefty application fee and sends it off.
A few weeks pass by, and Sam forgets about the island. He drowns himself in work only to be reminded of the get-a-way when a package shows up on his doorstep. Sam reads the enclosed letter and grins from ear to ear. He's been selected to participate and they leave on July 13th.
Everybody aboard the ship seems very friendly. It's a three hour ride from the port to the island so they were served food and drinks while they watched some improv comedy followed by a burlesque show.
They finally dock and the crew ushers them off the boat and into a large room with waiting women. All the women are holding signs with the names of who they're waiting for. Sam lets the large crowd thin out before he walks around the women, looking for his own entourage.
It takes him a few minutes, but he finds his name. A tall woman with milky skin and dark red hair down to the middle of her back stands before him. Her hourglass figure is accentuated by her tight black dress showing off her ample hips. The plunging neckline leaves little to the imagination. The dress stops just above her knees and her thick legs sit atop a pair of 4 inch heels.
Sam's jaw drops as he sees her. She notices him and begins to blush.
"Sam Garcia?" she giggles.
He nods, words lost to him for the time being.
"Sir," she holds her hand out. "I'm Kara. I'll be your personal guide and escort while you are here on the island." they lock eyes as he shakes her hand. "Come with me and I'll show you to your room."
She slips her hand in his arm as they walk through the crowd. They see many of the men openly groping their female escorts while others are already tongue deep in each other and a sporadic few have already started to claim them right there on the harbor.
"They have a schedule set up for you, sir, if you wish to join other islanders in activities, or we can just stay indoors." They walk on a trail in between palm trees and several huts. they come to a building that's a stark contrast to the islands' natural landscape. Sam opens the door and they walk in, "This is where you all will be staying. You are in room 569 on the fifth floor."
They take the elevator up along with some of the other guys and their female escorts. a few of them get off the same floor as Sam and they head their separate ways.
They get to his room and walk in. "I can prepare dinner for you, if you'd like or we can attend any of the restaurants located at the end of the road. Whatever is to your liking, sir."
Sam lies on the bed, still in disbelief. "This place is amazing. How is this possible, Kara?"
"Don't worry about the details," she smiles. She walks to the bed, removes her heels and straddles his legs. "This vacation is all about you..."
She undoes his belt and pants and pulls it down. His already hard cock jumps out at her and she bites her lip as she strokes him. "Would you prefer me to play a shy and inexperienced girl, a commanding whore or somewhere in between?"
Sam can barely keep track of what she's saying with her magical hands working him over. "In between...for now."
"Very well, sir."
She leans down and kisses him deep. He holds her hips and slowly pulls up her dress. She reaches back and undoes the zipper to let her large breasts fall onto him. Her hand reaches in between them and pulls her lacy thong to the side. She slides down his hardened cock, both of them gasping at the sensation.
he closes his eyes and breathes in sharply, "Oh, God. It's been so long. I'm sorry if I don't last more than a minute." He looks up at her and sees her own scrunched face, followed by her body shivering as she cums hard all over him.
"I'm sorry, sir. I didn't mean to have an orgasm like that until you've had your own pleasure."
"Shh...that's okay. That is my pleasure, to know that you're enjoyed yourself."
She smiles wide and takes care to ride him long and slow, teasing him and he loves it. "Whenever you're ready, sir, feel free to cum inside of me."
"Oh, fuck..." he mutters as he grabs her hips and slams her down on top of him. He releases a torrent of pent up excitement and frustration deep inside Kara's pussy. The feeling of such a release triggers another orgasm to shoot through her body again and she leaves a sticky mess all over Sam's legs and the bedspread.
"Oh, goodness," she giggles. "I'm sorry, sir. Let's get you in the shower and I'll have housekeeping come clean this up."
She pulls herself off of him and gets the shower going. He follows behind her, leaving a trail of his own clothes behind. He closes the bathroom door with both of them in there and proceeds to remove her clothes.
"Please, sir," she laughs as her dress gets pulled over her head. "I don't have any clothing here at the moment and I must get housekeeping--."
"No." he puts a finger to her lips, leading her under the warm, running water. He continues to pull her sticky panties off, "What you must do is enjoy a shower with me."
"Yes, sir," she grins.
They lock lips as Sam pushes her into the corner. She wraps one of her legs around him to keep him close. He pushes his rejuvenated manhood into her wetness. She lets out a gasp as he thrusts in and out of her, his lips over the curve of her neck.
"Oh, sir..." she moans. "Oh, I'm cumming again." Her nails dig into his back and he slams into her harder. Her body tightens as a third orgasm explodes inside her.
Her legs wobble after such an experience. "Allow me, sir," she drops to her knees in front of him. She strokes his hard cock and begins to deep throat him. He grabs her head and uses her mouth like a whore. He pulls her off and begins to stroke himself furiously.
"Please, sir, cum wherever you want," she says as she massages his ballsac.
He lets out a grunt and shoots a string of cum that hits her chin. A couple of more shots land on her milky breasts and drip down with the running water.
She takes him into her mouth again to taste the lingering remnants of his cum. After she runs her tongue along the underside of his shaft, she looks up at him and smiles.
"Did I please you, sir?"
"Oh, you did more than what I ever expected, sweetheart."
Her smile grows wider and he helps wash his cum off of her as she continuously teases him with her ass, rubbing it up and down his semi-hard cock.
They walk out of the shower in their robes and sit on the couch, watching the sun set over the sapphire ocean.
"I think it's pretty safe to say that we're staying in tonight," says Sam.
She smiles and curls into his arm. This vacation was a great idea. | 4 | 0 | 8 |
[WP]The sex life of a couple with a height difference so large, one can give the other head without bending over. | Well, that's enough reddit for today | -1 | 0 | 4 |
[WP]The sex life of a couple with a height difference so large, one can give the other head without bending over. | Ella reached down and grabbed the man around the waist, then pulled him to the waiting lips of her giant vagina. she ran his fro over her clit and his feet kicked wildly at her labia in response. His feet were causing a pleasurable vibration, so Ella repositioned the man so his adorable little feet would give her clit the same treatment her lips had been getting.
Ever so carefully Ella ran her ring finger up and down over the general region the man's crotch must have been, and from the lack of additional protest from the man she knew her guess was good. After a short while his shouting for help was replaced with very confused moaning. Unfortunately that put a stop to that delightful kicking he had been doing. Ella needed more.
She moved the man's head down her genitalia and slipped him inside. Powerful kegel actions pulled him inside entirely, so he could deposit his semen safely inside Ella's womb. Ella shivered in pleasure as his writhing form struggled back out of her, only to get pushed back in again and again by her mighty hands. | 2 | 0 | 4 |
[wp] Two normally professional scientists spill a beaker of a mind altering substance... | You should read "my uncle Oswald" by roald Dahl. It's not erotic, but it covers this point exactly | 2 | 0 | 3 |
[wp] Two normally professional scientists spill a beaker of a mind altering substance... | I put my coat and safety glasses on as I enter the lab. I nod over to Adrianne, she and I have been working on this project for 9 months now. We've been studying the chemical composition of different pheromones to hopefully produce a chemical that can be applied on several different animals for breeding. It sounds more exciting than it is, Adrianne and I often spend hours in the lab together basically just looking at things through a microscope and mixing compounds. We hardly talk, we're not supposed to have relationships within the company so we just didn't form any bond. "Hey, do you have the beaker of propanoic acid?" I ask, turning to look at her. "Uhm, yeah I think so, it's just over here." I walk towards her to get it, but accidentally bump into a table once I get to her. A flask of clear liquid falls onto both of us, it soaks my hands and hers. The flask shatters, I have no idea which chemical it was. I look up at her, she looks different somehow, more attractive? Yeah, she looks incredible. I don't know how I hadn't noticed, but her boobs are incredible. My cock is rock hard in my pants, we're just staring back at each other. I can't even remember what I came over here for, all I can do it stare at her boobs. She opens her mouth... | 2 | 0 | 3 |
[WP] A siren seduces a sailor while he's out at sea. | It's been months, months of this endless fluid landscape. The other men on the ship are tired, and it shows. Two more weeks and we'll be back in the harbor, the I'll be able to find some women in the pub and make the most of it. Looking through the telescope I can see something on the horizon, perhaps another ship, but I think it may be a small island. It might not be a few hours until we reach it, so I go into the cabin for some sleep. I can't fall asleep, lying in bed all I can hear is the tormenting song of a beautiful woman. I hear her voice and it makes me long to be home. After an hour I can't stand it anymore and go back on deck, the island is much closer, and when I look through my scope I can see what looks to me like a woman. I'm driven mad with desire the second I see the silhouette. I steer the ship towards the island. The waiting kills me, after about an hour I can see the island in full view, and the voice is louder in my head, louder and more beautiful. I can see her silhouette even better, she looks gorgeous, and I can just barely see her breasts. My mouth waters at the thought of being with a woman again, my cock fully erect in my pants. Everyone else is asleep, I'll have her all to myself, if only the wind would pick up and get me to her faster.
Once I'm close enough I drop anchor, I'm lucky, turns out I was only feet away from a sandbar. I row a small dingy out onto the shore, the singing in my head is beautiful, but so loud. I get out of the boat and see her in full view, not exactly what I expected... | 4 | 0 | 6 |
[WP] A siren seduces a sailor while he's out at sea. | And All the Seas are Salt
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From infancy, we are rocked in the arms of Mother Ocean. She feeds us with her fish and clothes us in her foam. She brings us what we need. So it ever was. So it will ever be.
It is late afternoon. Small wavelets shatter the sunlight into diamonds. The light warms my scales even as it dries my flowing hair as I sun on the water smoothed rock at low tide.
The man was shouting at me for several minutes before I realized that it was not just more comforting chatter from the gulls.
Lazily, I raise my head and see him on the sand distant. His coverings are ragged. Most likely his vessel had been caught in the Mother’s fury off the coast of the peninsula. Those who are foolish enough to bring their wooden craft within reach are drawn quickly down. Most do not survive.
I watch him curiously as he paces the beach, seeming afraid to enter the water. He seems weak, his lips cracked for want of moisture, but he avoids the life giving waves. How odd.
I slip into the water with a flip of my tail, showing off a bit for the love of it, diving straight to the sea floor and traveling quickly along it, surfacing closer to the man, just out of reach were he to lunge.
He does not move to me. He bends his awkward legs and falls to the sand and reaches his hands out, water coming from his eyes.
He seems to mean no harm, so I swim idly closer until my hands reach the sand. I let my iridescent pink and blue tail float as I delicately pull myself up onto the beach. I wonder what the Mother could have meant by putting him in my path.
The man keeps his hands out imploringly, his sounds meaning nothing no matter how attentively I listen.
“Why have you been sent?” I sing, and his arms slowly fall to his side.
“Do you understand? Why are you here, what does the Mother want?” His leaking eyes drift closed and a look of bliss comes over his sun-stained face. He really should dive deeper during daylight.
I wiggle closer and playfully touch his arm.
He groans and leans into the touch like a friendly seal, which makes me laugh musically.
Perhaps he is young and doesn’t know that he should allow the Mother to protect him. He doesn’t resist as I take him under his arms and move him into the surf.
I laugh again in joy as I swim us out properly, him resting on my belly in my arms as I lay on my back and propel with my mighty tail. He makes small sounds and moves restlessly against my chest.
His mouth finds my full breast and pulls my nipple into his mouth and suckles as a babe would.
Oh. That’s what the Mother wants. It is time. Time for me to bear a daughter for her.
I move my hands along the man, searching for his seed maker. When I find it he groans, pushing into my hand. He grows hot and hard in my cool wet fingers and I laugh again with joy.
I move my fingers over him as he makes small whimpers and pushes against me, trying instinctively to find my opening. Drifting lazily, rocked by the waves, I slide him inside myself, caressing his straining back and flanks as he struggles to plant his seed inside me while his rooting mouth switches from one plump and floating breast to the other.
I cradle his head against me as he sucks and my eyes drift closed in the deepest content.
Soon he shakes. I can feel him making seed and pushing it into my body as he makes sweet sounds of pleasure that so oddly sound like pain. I wait until the seed is planted deep, stroking his face and hair.
When he stills and lays content, pillowed on my breasts, I smile fondly at him. He may be young, but together we have made a miracle, produced a life. A feeling of gratitude warms me.
I turn in the water and hold him tight so that he doesn’t buoy up and with just a few powerful strokes of my tail I drive us deep, deep below the surface. I hold the man’s head and show him the cave that lies there.
Still his body tries to reject the gifts of the Mother by being too light, so I help guide him into the cave and around the twist.
Then, filled with the thrill of the magic of life, I draw the gifts of the Mother deep through my gills and start away with a powerful stroke for the warmer waters where my daughter must be born, the same waters that I was birthed in and back and back and back since before there was salt in the sea.
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[WP] A domineering wife exerts her control over her masochistic husband. | [deleted] | 3 | 0 | 1 |
[IP] "Oh, bother! I'm stuck!" [NSFW] | I help the nice young lady out of the window and we get coffee. THE END. | 1 | 0 | 4 |
[wp] Subtle cuckold story | Hey,
Just to clarify, this isn't a subreddit where people share stories they've found online rather they write their own. You've provided a prompt and now, if someone is interested, they'll try to write a story based on your requirements. Hopefully they'll provide what you need but it would be original content. I'm leaving your post here as long as you're okay with that. If you're not, I'll remove it. | 1 | 0 | 2 |
[WP] A young woman is forced to pleasure older men. | [deleted] | 10 | 0 | 4 |
[WP]After Dungeons and Dragons a couple tries a different kind of role playing. | [deleted] | 0 | 0 | 7 |
[WP]After Dungeons and Dragons a couple tries a different kind of role playing. | I am very interested in how this one plays out. Been trying to mull an idea around in my head and so far am coming up a bit dry.. | 1 | 0 | 7 |
[WP]After Dungeons and Dragons a couple tries a different kind of role playing. | The Captain Dares
___
"That should do it!" I snug the cans of Mountain Dew into the fridge for next week and stuff my character sheet and dice into my bag. I look up when there is no answer. "Mac?" I call, puzzled. Still no answer. I sigh. He usually stalls taking me home, but that's what you have to put up with when someone else is giving you a ride.
"Mac, I've got work in the morning," I walk through the living room, the TV dark and the only light coming from the router in the corner.
I continue on to check the only bathroom, which is reached through Mac's batchelor lair. I let out a stifled scream and drop my satchel as a figure comes out of the darkness and pins me against the wall, strong hands at my wrists, holding them high over my head against the paneling.
"Mac, what the hell?" I demand, hot anger rising up...only barely covering the fear.
His hot breath tickles my ear, stirring my hair. "I have you now, Princess Estry," he growls, sending goosebumps down my arms. My breath catches and I shiver.
"M-mac?" My voice trembles and my knees buckle. He easily holds me up, pressing his body against mine, trapping me between him and the wood.
"I know no Mac, lady-fine, I am Captain Florio Metkari. I've been sent to take you back to your brother and the political union that you flee." His lips press to the skin of my neck and my breath quickens at the touch.
Mac is attractive enough, but he's never even asked me to a movie or anything. Well, a movie-viewing, sure, but that's the same as he does for any of his D&D group. I mean, he's always having Kevin and Jeff over to watch stuff, too, sometimes all three of us, like when we watched the Avengers (again) last Saturday and ate pizza.
I feel dizzy. He presses the advantage, dropping one of my wrists to wrap his arm around my waist and pull me closer to him. I shiver again as I feel his very obvious erection even through his jeans. I guess...I mean, obviously he *is* interested in me after all.
Mac leans lower still, running his tongue down my neck to nip gently at my shoulder. "There's no escape, your highness," He whispers, "Except...perhaps..." He returns to nibbling on my skin.
I don't recognize my own voice as I huskily ask, "W-what do you mean?"
He makes a pleased growl that makes me clutch his shoulders as he drops my other hand to freedom and grips both my hips firmly and pushes against me. His...cock...is hard and insistent against my tummy. "Ah, very reasonable, Princess. I never thought that one of the blood Lairen would be open to negotiation." He moves one hand to my chin and holds my head tipped as he takes my lips for the first time.
My eyes drift closed and he groans. He moves his hand to the nape of my neck, wrapping my braid around his palm like a rope.
"The Prince has promised the Sultan a virgin to cement the bargain he has created," he whispers unsteadily against my mouth. "If that were no longer the case, you'd be useless to him."
I can see him a bit now in the dim light from the Iron Man nightlight in the bathroom as my eyes adjust. He's looking at me with eyes full of longing. He waits for me to say something.
I swallow. My hands slide from his shoulders to his upper arms as he stands as still as stone and waits for me. A steadily advancing embarrassment begins to creep across his face. I clear my throat.
"C-captain, you know my brother means to sell me into slavery to that vile beast," I say, watching his lips twitch into a smile as he gently brushes his hand on my hip up my side. "I would do anything to escape the both of them."
Mac grins and leans in to kiss me again. This time, I can't stop myself from making little sounds into his mouth as he teases my lips with his tongue, but he doesn't seem to mind. I wrap my arms around his neck and stand on tiptoes to kiss him harder.
"Ah, an eager minx for a royal," he says approvingly, turning me and backing me to the bed. It's a plush, low futon, and I bump the platform mid-calf and fall backwards, him following me quickly down. I whimper as he slides himself on top of me, a sound quickly muffled as he covers my mouth with his once again.
((Hm. Good enough to continue, do you think?)) | 3 | 0 | 7 |
[WP] An old man meets his attractive nurse and falls for her straight away. | **Chapter 1:**
Black.
It's all pure black.
Upon opening my eyes, I can see white.
"Good morning, George.", a delicate voice quickly spoke.
"Who are you?!"
"I am your new nurse, here at your service."
"Where am I?"
"George, you suffer of a series of conditions named Agnosia and short-term memory loss, you fail to identify certain places, sounds and objects. Once in a while you even forget your disease. We're at your room, where you've been living since you were 20."
"And why do I have these diseases?!"
I started to try to move my body but it was helpless; as hard as I tried, there was nothing happening. My body was not responding.
"George, calm down", that sweet voice killed me, very gentle yet very consistent.
She spoke again, "I have a video you need to see, it will make you remember everything again."
She put the DVD disk inside the player.
"Hello George, i'm George! .. As a matter of fact, i'm you. Like the nurse probably told you, you suffer of Agnosia and short-term memory. You fail to recognize certain places, colors, sounds; and forget things daily. If you try to recall what happened yesterday, you can't."
"We suffered of a car crash 20 years ago, your wife, Carol, died. She was the love of your life. You have a child, her name is Julissa. She has blond hair, blue eyes, and is about 5"5'. She will call you "Dad", that way you know it's her."
"Most of your family is out of touch with you, you live with your nurse Danaly. And--"
She paused the video.
"Danaly is not here anymore, like I said, i'm your new nurse. My name is Victoria."
I was a bit confused about everything, but little by little I was piecing every single piece of information I received. It was a bit hard, but possible.
Since she paused the video, and I wasn't in my state of just-waking-up anymore, I looked at Victoria, and she was stunning; she probably had like 23 years, 5"7', brunette with green eyes. Her hands looked very delicate; so did her hair.
She played the video again.
"--one more thing, there is a small book on the table to your right. Try to write everything that happened the day before so that you can remember the next day."
I looked to my right and saw a small, blue, leather notebook with a classy yet simple pen right by it.
"When you're about to sleep, you take your pen and start writing everything that happened last night."
"You should read what you wrote last night."
She handed me the small notebook.
"Victoria, if you want, sit next to me, you don't have to be standing up all the time."
She nodded, and sat down on the side of my bed, and I began to read.
Blah, blah, blah, blah, spaguetti, blah, Julissa has a party this Friday?, blah, blah.
"Reading this is boring, I write down so many useless shit."
"Well, this 'useless shit' actually helps you remember things, which is why I will require you to write down your day on that notebook every single day."
I sighed.
"You sure are insistent."
"I am your nurse after all."
We both smiled.
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**Chapter 2:**
Victoria helped me get up from the bed and led me to the bathroom, where she picked clothes for me and embarked to prepare breakfast.
I walked down the stairs and suddenly was lost.
"George, i'm right over here.", that sweet provocative voice again called out.
"I'm coming!"
"Breakfast is ready, chauffeur is already on his way to pick up Julissa and take her to school."
"Julissa?"
"Your child."
"Oh, right. Where is she anyways?"
"She's outside."
"Oh. Pancakes, right? That's my favorite breakfast?"
"They are."
I forgot to mention that the notebook contained more details about my car crash, I'm 41 years old, and my accident was when I had 20 years. I had gotten married at 18 years of age. My parents were both widely known neurosurgeons, which is why I was left with a big amount of money.
Victoria served me pancakes, when she started to pour syrup, a little bit of it landed on my pants.
"Oh, i'm sorry."
"It's okay, Victoria."
She proceeded to look for a paper towel and started to wipe the syrup out of my pants. This, of course, made my boner come out a bit.
"That's a big one", she called out
"I'm sorry, I guess I can't control myself."
I must note out that Victoria had a v-shirt on, her cleavage was there, waiting for me to stare. What probably was 7 seconds of her cleaning the syrup, would've felt an eternity to me. Apparently boobs slow time.
"You know, you don't have to hide it, I know you're looking at my boobs."
I smiled a little bit but held it back.
"You have really pretty boobs, couldn't control that either."
"Maybe it's not that you can't control it, maybe it's that you want to do it on purpose."
I grabbed her hand and made it get close to my penis. She looked me with provocative eyes and started to kiss me. I put her hands on my pants' button, which she untied, and started to pull down my zipper.
I got up from the chair I was standing, and she bent down on her knees in front of me, I felt her whip my already hard dick out and started to suck it.
I really can't remember, but I'll take a good guess that this is the best blow-job I've ever received in my life. She slowly sucked my dick in, moved my head inside of her mouth, and took it out, once that was done, she licked my dick from my balls to the top of my head. It was a never ending cycle, and I was glad.
After about 5 minutes of this, she held my hand and we started walking up-stairs, to my room. She put me on the bed along with the white sheets, and began to suck my dick again, this time, she was deep throating it like a champ.
"I want you inside of me, I want to control you"
Victoria removed her pants and panties and got on top of me, without putting my dick inside of her, she began to grind my dick with her wet pussy, a beautiful wet pussy, she was lubricating my dick with her juice. After a while, Victoria held my dick and put it inside of her. She carefully moaned, and began to take the other half of my dick in. I don't think I've ever felt anything like this, but then again, short-term memory loss doesn't help a lot.
I was speechless for most of the session, I kept on fucking her slowly, and she kept on eating my dick with her pussy. She was dripping wet, my dick was completely covered on her vagina's fluid, for some reason this made me even harder.
7 minutes later, I take Victoria by her hips, flip her around and start fucking her when she was bend over, or known as doggy style. I fucked her as fast as I could, I was enjoying every single moment of this.
Victoria kept on moaning more and more, and I knew I was doing great, I was lasting for a while which was also great.
Sweat was already taking the best of me, I was getting incredibly tired, while Victoria still had stamina.
"Falling behind, eh? It's my turn to control you."
She got on top of me again and started grinding me, all the same time she finally took her shirt off and exposed her huge breasts.
"I knew you liked these, play with them."
I started to grasp them firmly, and suck the other. Victoria got close to my face and we started to make out. I could barely move, my stamina was all drained out, a little bit more and I would start to cum.
She grabbed my hard cock as firmly as she could, and started to play with it, stroking it, I was nearing my climax. I could feel the cum running onto the top of my head, and then it came out. Just as I started to cum, Victoria started to suck my cock, she cleaned out every last bit of my cum right out of my dick. I was completely out of stamina, my age has gotten the best of me; and even though I couldn't anymore, Victoria wanted more, she put herself on top of me..
This is gonna be one hell of a ride, *literally.*
**Chapter 2:**
"You feeling weak, baby?"
"There's no way I'm stopping now.. you'll have to handle it.", she whispered to my ear.
Victoria grabbed my dick and put it inside of her pussy, moaning slowly, I could feel my dick entering her soft, tight, wet pussy; it was a great feeling..
I could feel her pussy juice dripping down my cock as she kept on going up and down on top of my dick, vaginal walls surrounding my cock make me even hornier, her boobs bouncing we're also an amazing sight, and on top of all of this, I recently came, I couldn't handle my body whatsoever, yet she wanted more...
I gathered strength from I don't know where and grabbed her by her hips, put her on top of the bed and I got on top of her, legs wide open, I started to fuck her pussy.. now it was my turn to return the favor.
I grabbed her boobs and sucked on them, I began to fuck her as hard as possible, without paying attention to speed. After a while, I removed my cock from her and we started to do 69, her pussy lips on top of mine meant that it was about time for me to make her squirt. I began to lick her vagina, going through a labyrinth with my lips, until I reached her clit. It was a pretty hidden one, but I finally found it, I started to lick it and I felt when she took my cock out of her mouth and screamed really loudly:
"Ohhhhh George! Go on, lick it!"
She pressed her ass harder into my head, and I felt this like a signal that I was doing it correctly, I was on the right track to make her squirt. I lifted her ass from me, and started to finger her; pussy juice was falling all over my face but I really didn't care. Victoria was extremely horny and I was too, she was screaming at the top of her lungs for me to go on, until I stood up and opened her legs. Having found her clit once, it wasn't hard for me to locate it again, this time, I began to lick and finger, having long fingers I could easily give her a huge amount of pleasure, my fast finger speed, and the fact I found her clit with my tongue meant one thing.
"STOOOOOOP! STOOOOP!"
I didn't stop, I continued, I went faster, and harder.
Squirt came out of her like a champ, I could notice her muscles were tensing up, I took it all to the face (gladly), I never stopped, even when she was squirting.
She fell down, and started to sleep. I for once thought she had fainted but she was okay.
"Who's falling behind now?"
____
I took my notebook along with it's pen, and began to write about the day, even if it hadn't ended. Little did I know, I was a pretty good writer; the first words I wrote down where something like: "Black. It's all pure black. Upon opening my eyes, I can see white."
_____
Well I think it's case closed with this one, I really enjoyed writing this. I will continue to take requests, feel free to PM me if you want a request!
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[WP] How could you wear something so slutty? | "Uh, you love it" I joke.
"I do" she replies completely deadpan and serious. There's a moment of charged silence. I look at her.
"Seriously?" I ask.
"Yeah, I think it's kinda slutty and it's kinda hot" she says.
"OK," I reply, "you haven't talked to me since Dan and now you're touching my boobs?! We used to be so close, we shared everything! It hurt when you just cut me out when I started seeing Dan, you know"
"I'm so sorry, I was going through some stuff, and when I saw you with Dan it kinda killed me. I'm so sorry. And I'm sorry to hear you guys split up. Could you ever be friends with me again?"
"Of course, Becky, I've missed you so much, you're my best friend for god's sake! And I never knew you liked Dan! You should have said, I dunno, it might not have changed anything, anyway - he was a dick. I got rid of him, you were better of without him, I did you a favour." I explained, "But c'mon, you think I look like a slut? That's a nice way to start a conversation!" I joked. We laughed. "Haha! I dunno," I continued "I just wore it because, well, I dunno, I guess it is a bit low cut isn't it?"
"and your shorts are VERY short" she replied. "It's kinda like you want the attention"
"And that makes me a slut!?" I protest. "I guess I do like the attention, I don't mind people looking at my body you know, I'll let anyone look at it but I'm not going to let just anyone touch it - I'm not a slut!"
"Haha, noooo!" she said, "I said you dressed LIKE a slut, I didn't say you were a slut!" There was another small silence, we both seemed to read between the lines, "Listen," she continued, "I think you look hot, you have an amazing body, I've told you that before, but the way you're dressed now - like a little slut - I'll be honest, it's a turn on!"
Oh wow! In a split second it all becomes clear in my mind; Becky didn't like Dan, Becky liked ME. She stopped speaking to me when I went out with Dan because she liked ME. It made so much sense, once we had had a threesome and she was very hands on with us both. I never reciprocated because I thought it was all about how we both fancied the hot guy! She was sly, she liked me and, well, I was getting turned on. This was hot. Becky had a spectacular body and I knew she was highly sexed. She was a typical hot blond high school cheerleader. Basically the stereotypical sexaholic, great boobs, a great ass and yes, a beautiful shaved and extremely wet pussy, at lease it was last time we were in bed.
"Oh my god!" I say, "I'm turning you on?! are you drunk?! haha!" I try and laugh and defuse some of the weird tension. She's coming onto me and as far as I can tell, I'm completely flirting back. I don't know what it is, I do like dressing a bit slutty in public, and yes, I like being a LOT slutty in private, but it's usually just me, my vibrator, perhaps a mirror, perhaps a webcam. But I'd never been like that with someone else in real life, it seems like something I could never actually bring myself to do, but with Becky it was different, she was my best friend and we had done stuff before. Thinking about doing stuff with just the two of us sounded like a very good idea. I was noticed I was beginning to get wet, yup - this was a complete turn on.
"Listen" I said, "I'm going home, you wanna lift? Maybe we can go grab a take away coffee and drive up to the lookout and be alone and chill out together and catch up, it's been so long."
"That sounds hot" she said, knowingly, "I mean - that sounds great".
Wow! that was an extremely obviously intended freudian slip. We were on the same page. This was great. We drove to get a coffee and we headed out to the look out…. (To Be continued…) | 4 | 0 | 6 |
[WP] Young tease | [deleted] | 4 | 0 | 7 |
[WP] Young tease | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 7 |
[wp] maiden forced to loose virginity to the town's deformed reject | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 5 |
[wp] maiden forced to loose virginity to the town's deformed reject | I think this is very well thought out. | 2 | 0 | 5 |
Every mirror records every moment. The world just found out and it's all about to be uploaded online. What do you have to get ready to make excuses for? | "So I like masturbating in front of a mirror, who doesn't? I mean, I'm not unattractive, you can see that. Isn't it normal that I'd be a bit attracted to myself? To want to see me enjoy myself? Heck, maybe I like it more than watching some porn star faking it, did you think that? Maybe I wouldn't even need that mirror if I had some company, right Janice? But, no, you have your Sunday book club, PTA meetings, and the kids. Never me. I'm the only one that cares for me, Janice! How messed up is that?"
"...Paul?"
"Yes, Janice?" He said with irritation.
"I get that, I do. But why the clown costume? And the stuffed animals?"
"I just want to feel happy, ok? Can't you support that?"
Janice nodded, and patted Paul on the back, giving him a nice shoulder rub and cooing him as he cried in her arms. As Paul buried himself in her breasts, wailing away his problems, he conveniently missed the frequent scenes of the gardener, pool boy, delivery man, and two of his associate and boss, having their way with Janice in front of the mirror.
"Can this thing rewind?"
"It's streaming honey, I don't think so."
"Pity." Paul and Janice were going to have some strange Christmas cards this year | 4 | 0 | 5 |
[Poetry] Secret Smile | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 6 |
[IP] http://i.imgur.com/PHeLfBL.jpg, Twins | Can you please not post the link in the title? I should have made this clearer in the rules, but it just is a formatting thing so we don't look like spam. Please repost this when you can. Thanks! | 1 | 0 | 3 |
[WP] A female spy has sex with men in power to extract a few secrets out of them. | Meet Malory Archer. Head of the world's second best spy agency, ISIS. | 2 | 0 | 4 |
[WP] A female spy has sex with men in power to extract a few secrets out of them. | "oh Yes yes yes!" i moaned. truthfully i wasnt enjoying the sex, i never enjoy it when im on the clock. I even leave my hair in a bun so i at least feel somewhat professional and not like dirty streetwalking whore. Today i was fucking Barack Obama. He had paid for his gorilla of a wife to take the kids out to the zoo to see real gorillas. apparently he rented out the entire zoo just for them. how sweet, using tax payers money to give them a zoo. All my dad ever gave me was an ass whooping with a belt and whiskey bottles from across the room. But i wasnt here to find out about something as petty as his budget, i want the nuclear launch codes.
oh god he's about to cum.
I get off of his cock immediantly, this mission isnt over yet.
"hey what is the big idea. i wanted to paint your house white" he chuckles to himself."
"that will come later... im not done with you yet"
i reach into my bag and pull out handcuffs. i grab him by the ear and lead him over to a chair.
we are going to role play, you be the president and ill be a russian spy here to extract information out of you... you big bad president."
His face light right up, men in power always like being submissive. and he is too stupid to realize the game we are playing is the truth.
I cuff him to the chair. and tease him for awhile slowly moving my ass inches away from his face. then i slap him.
your launch codes mr president.
"i am not a liberty to discuss that with you"
i slap him again and spit on his face,
"your launch codes.. Now!"
"youll never get them out of me" he smiled slyly.
i grab one of the many candles he had lite to set the mood and poor it on the shaft and on his balls.
"OWWW!!" "you crazy bitch! Not cool that really fucking hurt! besides i said you cant leave any marks or michelle will know"
this time i used my russian accent. " i do not care if she knows. all i am here to do is get the code."
Isnt there a safe word he pleaded.
"Safe word?" i asked " as a matter of fact there is, it is your launch code the real one"
"okaay okay okay it is 8246" he yelled.
"nice try, but i know it is longer then that."
" SECURITY! " He yelled.
"tsk tsk tsk.." i muttered. "it was even your idea to go into a sound proof room. No one is coming to save you" I take out a cattle prod and press it against his chest.
"your launch codes mr president"
ok it is N15. I88. G55. G21. A92
but that is no use to you. you need other members codes to launch any nueclear device.
thats ok i said as i started to pack up my toys, pleased at how quick that went. I have an appointment with your vice in an hour." see you around. I pulled out a pistal and secured the silencer to it.
" No No you cant do this he begged"
Dasvidaniya as i placed two in his head, and calmly walked out the door.
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[wp] cuckold mmf story | hey. i posted on your request and I would very much enjoy writing for you. the image link isnt working but if you send me some info and pics via pm Ill have it for you in a few hours. thanks! | 1 | 0 | 3 |
Contest Winner: /u/PhatDaddi | Woo-hoo! This is freaking awesome! Thank you to the mods and the community. Many of the prompts here have inspired me to work on my writing and has fueled my imagination.
As a side note, this fantasy island prompt has inspired me to write out a longer, more detailed story about the island.
Thanks again to all! | 3 | 0 | 6 |
A lonely guy on another hapless night of bar hopping with his buddies is approached by a strange woman. Turns out she is a succubus looking for a long term plaything... | Hi,
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[wp][possibly ff] Cheating while my SO listens | Just a little tip, with regards to your edit, an [IP] tag means that you provide a picture and then others write a story based on that picture not that people will provide images based on your prompt. | 1 | 0 | 2 |
[WP] A teenage boy runs into his friend's mom....on a nude beach | "Hey dude, we'll be back with food in an hour."
"I gave you guys a cash and brought the rest, just just make you're back with decent burgers. I packed the grill and food...just come back with some patties and beer."
As the sandy foot steps drew silent and the dust settled, Seuss grew more comfortable with the sounds of the tide crashing on the shores and the novel he had in front of him. Disappointed by the skin and the sexuality surrounding him, the sunlight reflecting bare skin left him disappointed. The bright glare made his eyes, and imagination, shelter for reality while shadows grew behind his shadowly lenses.
In between getting lost in a Martian terrascape, and glancing up to to see flaccid dongs, he contemplated the reality of the nude beach. The exposure of skin was inherently sexual, but did little to enhance his sexual appetite. There were shapes and shades of everything imaginable. The hair went from waved eroded shores to Marram grass growing in every dune it could manage to grow. The sheer diversity of occular observaion took in in the reality everything nature provides. The extremes of saggy and tight, in close approximation, cancelled out what his internet desires thought were enticing. At least according to his mood, arousal, and search terms for the day. The reality of a nude beach, left his mind to wander and delve into his novel.
Lost in a martian terrascape, Suess began too grow hot in the sun when the solar panels absorbed more solar radiation that the electric panels his suit were overcome.
With sweat dripping down the curves of his abdomen, chill ran through his body as the contemplation of survival ran through his mind. Suddenly, a shadow blocked his view of his novel. The sudden shade of a figure across the pages broke his trance, and a voice crackled though the celluse page in his hands.
"Seuss."
"Seuss!"
The hand tapped his shoulder as he laid prone reading his book. His back absorbed the sun while his eyes were engrosses in the novel. The voice, and the shadow of the woman speaking, brought him back to his terrestrial surroundings.
His eyes tried to adjust to the change in lighting while his mind tried to figure out the familarty of the voice. Thankfully the voice homoginzed into a sound he could recognize...the voice down the street.
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[WP] A teenage boy runs into his friend's mom....on a nude beach | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 5 |
[WP] A teenage boy runs into his friend's mom....on a nude beach | I wanted to write a story, but it turned out very long for a comment.
http://www.reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/29z98o/a_teenager_runs_into_his_friends_motheron_a_nude/
:) | 2 | 0 | 5 |
[WP] A teenage boy runs into his friend's mom....on a nude beach | As the blazing sun sank downward from noon toward dusk, Tim's initial excitement about spending the afternoon at a nude beach faded into acceptance and eventually disappointment. Leaving the car he'd borrowed from his parents with a story about catching lunch and hanging out with his best friend Joe, he walked down the discreetly marked trail short of breath and with his heart thudding in his chest. Even that first glimpse of bare skin had been a thrill. A confirmation. It was real, even if it was a woman old enough to be his grandmother with tits sagging nearly to her waist and more stretch marks than an entire season the The Biggest Loser.
No one on the sand had been his age. There were some kids running around – a few times he'd had to chastise himself for hiding a lingering gaze behind those carefully chosen mirrored shades while he thought about what this smooth, flat-chested girl or that might look like in a few years – but mostly the swimmers and sunbathers were old and out of shape. The only ones who didn't seem entirely inappropriate - some of whom had even returned his glances - had been men. He didn't exactly mind, but it wasn't what he'd imagined he'd be seeing today.
Finally, he decided to pack it all in. To shake off his towel and collect his empty water bottle and head back to the car. It wasn't a long walk back along the sand to where the trail spilled out, but he couldn't help but feel a sense of shame as his dong bounced from thigh to thigh in front of the other people innocently enjoying the day. He felt like they could tell he'd had perverted expectations and he was leaving unfulfilled.
Then he saw her.
Kneeling and leaning on one hand while the other worked lotion into the person beside her was a woman comfortably approaching middle age. Her bottom was plumply heart-shaped, her tummy trim if not quite solid, pendulous breasts swayed with the motion of her arm. When his gaze worked up to her face he let out an audible gasp that drew her attention away from the task she'd been watching, her hand finally spreading sunscreen from the tummy of the person beside her to slather the length of that man's flaccid cock.
“Timmy?” she asked in a shocked voice. Her eyes flicked to the man beside her and she moved quickly into a more upright position, her body between the man's face and Timmy, feet tucked under her bum and knees parted generously. “I thought you were spending the afternoon with Joey at our house?”
“M-Mrs. Davis?” he, in turn, asked as if each didn't know exactly who they were looking at. His mother had taught him from such a young age the importance of eye contact, but he just couldn't tear his eyes from her body. His best friend's mom had always dressed nicely compared to the other parents he guessed, but even when he'd seen her in a bathing suit by the pool he never once imagined her like this. It was this shock, he would later tell himself, that would make him say something as stupid as, “I didn't know you shaved your pussy!” while staring right at it. To his credit, he blushed immediately afterward.
“Um, no, I guess you wouldn't,” she said, squirming, glancing backward again as the man behind her sat up and smiled.
“I'm afraid that's my fault. I sort of talked her into it. Her husband was quite surprised.” said the smiling man who was definitely not Joe's dad. The man was younger for one thing, probably in his mid-twenties, and with a sleek swimmer's build sculpted beneath rich brown skin.
“Oh, it, it looks nice. I didn't mean...” Timmy shrugged and bit his inner cheek, “I like it.” If he hadn't said it aloud, surely his body was speaking for him as he felt his cock begin to swell embarrassingly. The nervousness he felt at his arrival and his later disappointment combined with being desensitized had kept his little pecker nice and soft all day to this point. Now he glanced down at its active betrayal, unwittingly drawing the attention of the other two there as well.
“Timmy!” said Mrs. Davis, “you can't do that. They don't appreciate boys walking around with boners here like that. You're supposed to cover it up with a towel or something. There are children around and people who just want to be naked for fun, not sex.” The man with her just chuckled and glanced around, though his gaze did move to her ass when she stood. He flipped his own towel up to cover his crotch and lay back, watching curiously.
Her standing up and approaching Tim did little to ease the situation though, even as she took the towel from his hand, still frozen in shock and leaned toward him to wrap it about his waist. His arousal was beyond hiding that way, forming an obvious tent in front of him. He was resigning himself to holding his bottle in front of it and trying to escape before he could really get into trouble, already well aware that he'd be jerking it to the image of Joey's mom as soon as he got into the car, when he experienced the most humiliating moment of his life to that point.
She said in such a matter of fact way – as if she were telling her son to straighten his room, “You need to tuck it away better, Timmy.” And she reached her hand in to do it for him. The towel still mostly covered him, but he felt her warm palm, slick with sunscreen though also marred by the grit of a little sand, grip him. Her hand slid to the base of him, pointing him upward to trap behind the towel as he stared at her tits swaying forward as she leaned in to help. And his cock spurted. Right over the top edge of the towel. Right onto her arm and the hot sand between them.
She jerked her hand away from his erection, raising it to her mouth to cover the gasp of shock before realizing that some of his spunk was on her palm and thus would smear her cheek. He did his best to cover himself, but not before shooting another thick rope of cum right onto the beach. He finished cumming into his towel while he stood there looking helplessly from his best friend's mother to the man with her who chuckled and said, “I can't really blame you, young man. But you do need to find someone to teach you a bit of self-control.”
Mrs. Davis blinked at the messy hand she'd just put on her face, then looked at Tim jizzing on his towel. She swallowed and reached out again, putting both hands on his shoulders. “Tim, it's okay. I won't tell anyone about this if you don't, okay?”
The boy nodded. He was filled with questions, but he didn't stay to ask them then. He just went back to his car and put on his clothes. He didn't go to Joe's house that night, but he did imagine it. He imagined Joe's mother there. What she'd look like. The things he might ask her. He thought about how mortifying it was that she'd seen him lose control so quickly. But he also thought about just who would get in more trouble if this secret got out. Him or Her? | 3 | 0 | 5 |
[WP] A teenage boy runs into his friend's mom....on a nude beach | He didn't really want to go the nude beach but his friends were saying how thee tan would be good for them and they get to see girls naked. Kind of shy he decided that he would give it a try but after a while decided that he would go for a walk as he was bored being naked in the sun and there were no girls. As he turned round the corner of the beach he bumps into Carol; Bobs mother. A straight laced mother of three she was the head of the PTA and not to be messed with at all.
"Uhm " he moans. he immediately averts his eyes from her golden, tanned physique but his cock failed to obey him and betrayed his true desires. It immediately is rock hard and glistening pre-cum in the sunshine. She throws him a towel and starts to ask him what he was doing there. He mumbles that he was with friends and she invites him to talk to the rocks are there was some shade they could both enjoy. "Call me Carol" she said; I can see you've grown up now. It seemed the most natural thing in the world to walk off naked with my friends mom to the rocks. | 2 | 0 | 5 |
[WP] Seduce the clerk at your local sex shop. | Gotta say, I've actually fantasized about this idea in the past. | 1 | 0 | 7 |
[WP] Reluctant shy wife gives in to desire and cheats | Nancy is, for lack of a better phrase, the perfect wife. She was quiet when I needed her to be, dinner and a beer was always waiting for me when I got home, and she was always willing to go the extra mile for whatever it was that I needed. And that's all she was to me; a housekeeper. I never paid her much attention; though in hindsight, I really should have. I mean, between working in the mill for 10 hours a day, my ship in a bottle building, and the high school baseball team making a run for the playoffs, I had a lot on my plate.
I was one of those men that didn't really have the desire for sex. Sure I enjoyed it, and Nancy is a beautiful woman, but it was never an absolute must. I can't recall a time that I instigated sex between her and I; it was always her, and she was always on top.
Then, a few months ago, she stopped vying for my attention. At first, I thought she found herself a new hobby. Clipping coupons can only satisfy you so much, I figured. There were a couple of nights that I would come home and the house was dark. There was no dinner waiting for me and no beer in the fridge.
I asked her about it after the third time it happened and she mumbled something about a book club and gossiping with the neighbors' wives. She never lied to me before, so I left it at that.
Then I found something in the washer the other night that she could not explain. A very small and sheer neglige and matching panties. She accused me of not paying her any attention and that she's had it for years. The argument got very heated and went long into the night. It ended with me sleeping on the downstairs couch.
A few days later, we sit to eat breakfast and I mull the argument over in my head. I guess I could be a bit more attentive. towards her. I smile at her and she smiles back, wary of whatever thoughts are going through my head. Then I come up with a great plan; I'll come back early from work and surprise her with a night out. I give her a kiss goodbye and leave.
A few hours later, I come back and see her car is not in the driveway. I park down the street so she won't know that I'm waiting for her.
I hide in the closet and wait. A few minutes later, I hear a noise downstairs followed by footsteps coming up the stairs; but by the sound of it, it's more than just hers.
She's laughing as the door to the bedroom opens. I try to get a better angle and try to see who she's talking to. Then I see a pair of hairy arms wrap around her waist and the sounds of kissing. What...?
"So, we were almost found out then, huh?" says a male voice.
"Almost," replies Nancy. "But he's too damn dense to figure it out anyways. Besides, the high school baseball team made it to the championship game, so I'll be free all week while he drinks with his buddies, yelling at the TV."
She crawls onto the bed and lies on her back, "Now, are you going to fuck me or worry about my husband?"
He walks to the bed and pulls her to the edge, pulling her dress up. He kneels between her legs and pulls her panties off. They're thrown in my direction and land just in front of the closet door. His face disappears into my wife's mound as she begins to moan at his touch.
I should be pissed off about this. I should grab my shotgun and raise hell...but, I am so incredibly turned on. I quickly pull the panties into the closet with me and smell them. They're so wet, I've never gotten her this wet before.
Her moans get louder every second he's down there. Her back arcs and she throws her head back. She holds his head down and he pushes his face into her pussy, tasting more of her than I ever have. He lifts one of her legs to get a better angle to lick her, but it gives me full view of everything I've done wrong.
"Oh, fuck me now," she demands of him.
He stands with a loud slurp of her wetness. She helps him unbuckle his pants and drops them to the floor. What surprises me is that his cock is no bigger than mine, but she strokes him like it's the only one that can satisfy her.
Watching this happen has revealed a side of my wife that I would probably never be able to experience for myself. So I do the next best thing and pull my cock out of my tight pants. I mimic her strokes with my own hand, gently teasing myself with her panties.
The stranger positions himself in between her legs, and she willingly submits, lying down with her legs in the air. With an ankle in each hand, he begins to use her like a post hole digger, slamming into her hard and deep with each thrust. I stroke myself hard and fast, trying to keep his rhythm, but have to slow down, not wanting to spill my seed before he does.
Nancy screams out in ecstasy, grabbing at the comforter and pillows, or whatever is within reach.
"God! Fuck me!" she yells.
The stranger stops for a second and pulls out. He grabs Nancy by the waist and flips her onto her stomach. He grabs her hips and begins to fuck her from behind. Her legs curling up behind them, holding him closer to her. He reaches out and grabs her hair, pulling her head up off the bed.
"Better than your husband, ain't that right, Nancy?" he grunts.
"Oh, fuck yes..." is all she says through gritted teeth.
I stroke myself faster, wanting to be there beside them, edging him on to fuck my wife.
"Fuck. I'm cumming." His thrusts coming in faster. "Where do you want it?"
"Cum in me, baby. Fill me up."
The bed starts to rock and creak with every thrust. She holds onto the mattress for dear life as he treats her like a fuck toy. I feel that same feeling coming on and hurry myself. The three of us cum in an explosive mutual climax that feels like it lasts for hours, but only seconds pass.
He collapses on top of her on the bed, their breathing too quick to speak to each other. I pull the soaked panties off my limping cock and throw them back on the floor next to the door.
"You better freshen up before your husband gets home," the stranger tells Nancy.
He slides off her and she stands on shaky legs. I watch her walk towards the closet door with her dress bunched up above her waist. His cum drips from her swollen lips and it is the most beautiful sight I've ever seen.
She bends down and grabs her panties, looking them over carefully. Her eyes look in through the slightly cracked open closet at me, though I don't know if she sees me or not. She licks my cum off her panties with a smile and slides them on, fixing her dress.
"Come on, babe," she tells the man. "Let me fix you something to eat before you go."
They walk downstairs together and I sit in the closet hoping that they come back in for another round... | 3 | 0 | 5 |
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